Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Paper or Plastic?

I have at least 1000 books in my basement.  They migrate.  They are piled on my headboard, on my living room floor, on my desk.  And every so often, while I'm trying to walk past a bookstore without making eye contact, one of them calls to me ...

I read stupidly fast.  I don't know if I read every word, and I hate that question.  Who says there's a right way to read?  (the kids timed me on holidays this year.  I read in my head three times faster than I read out loud.)

So it's hard to keep me in books.  Not quite as hard now that I'm writing one, because I can't often justify sacrificing an entire afternoon to a book.  (There have been some exceptions.  When I read The Thirteenth Tale, I read until 3 in the morning and when I got to The End, I flipped back to the beginning and started again.)

It's especially hard to keep me in books when I am travelling because there's always the issue of how much weight do I want to schlep around? and yet!  I will have TIME TO READ.

Enter the eReader.  Oh blessed blessed eReader.  You can buy as many books as you want before you leave home, and they don't weigh ANYTHING.  And then, if you find WiFi somewhere, you can buy MORE weightless books if you run out.

I read a LOT.

I have read a lot MORE since I started ereading.  I have Kindle software on my computer (free.  You get it for free)  and Kindle on my phone, and someone GAVE me an entire Kobo.  So as long as there's something unread - I can read in the lineup at Starbucks.  Even if I forget my book AND the Kobo, I've usually got my phone.

So which do I prefer?

Pros and Cons.

1.  A paper book never runs out of battery.

2.  An eReader (mostly, usually) keeps your place.  (the Kindle on my phone likes to mess with me on that one)

3.  A paperback can handle being dropped in the bathtub.

4. eBooks can be purchased at three in the morning, in your bathrobe, in your dimly lit kitchen.  Really, with enough of the right software on things, you wouldn't even have to get out of bed.

5.  Paper can be written on.  Underlined.  Etc.

6.  Nobody can yank the bookmark out of  your eReader just to be funny.

7.  A paperback loads instantly.  If you are me, and reading before bed, this might mean the difference between reading and not reading that night.

8. eReaders don't weigh anything, at least mine doesn't.


So it's pretty even.  eBooks are also, often, cheaper, so I get to buy more and still spend less.  I have found, though, that if I really really really love a book (see the post I have yet to write about The Book Thief) - I want it out here among the people, not electronically hiding somewhere.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

In Which I Write Lines

I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.
I do not have to go to every fight I'm invited to.

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

Sixteen years ago today

Sixteen years ago today someone else did all the work while I played Solitaire on my computer at work, pacing my cubicle, waiting for the phone to ring.

The phone rang at noon.  "I told them I want the freezing, and they said it's way too early for that", Z said.  "Maybe I should have done that prenatal class thing.  It's getting hard to concentrate on my card game."

It didn't ring again until long after we were home from work, long after we'd had supper.  Midnight, and we heard "It's a girl with small hands and big feet and lots and lots of hair!"

Much like Z had no idea what was in store for her in the labour room,  I had no idea what was in store for me, the day we brought her home.  All of you who've raised kids, you know - you know that even if I'd already raised a child, I'd still have had no idea what was in store.  It's all about the stretching and growing and learning and figuring out this amazing new person and how and when to be there and how and when to back off and how and when to ...the list is endless.

And it's not over yet, this ride, but as I told Z today - it still feels like there is no way to communicate how deeply grateful I am that I was invited on this ride.

May I never forget to be grateful.

I love you, A, with all my heart.  You have been a surprise and a delight from the very first time I laid eyes on you.