I’m pretty sure I blogged a while back about one way in which becoming primarily an e-reader has changed me. That time it was lying on my back reading when the no-longer-familiar weight of a hardcover (Brockmann) slipped out of my hand, almost breaking my nose.
I had another moment last night while reading a mass-market paperback ARC. Not a heavy book, by any means, but made from paper.
We finished our DVR watching with perhaps a twenty minute gap before the eleven o’clock news, so I picked up the ARC I was reading and picked up where I left off. A while passes…
Husband: Why are you frowning at the book?
Me: *looking up, squinting, waiting for eyes to focus* What?
Husband: You’re frowning at the book.
Me: Oh. I’m trying to read it, but I can’t see it.
Husband: You could try replacing those blown lightbulbs. (Note: 2 of the 4 bulbs in the ceiling fan light are blown. Somebody in this house who isn’t me just marked the twentieth anniversary of getting his master electrical license, so why should I do it?)
Anyway. Yup, it’s been so long since I’ve read a book that wasn’t backlit, I’ve lost my sense of reading light. :doh:
Um, yeah….so he should change the lightbulbs. :whip:
I so get what you’re saying. We have no table lamps in our living room. So when we read paper, we have to turn on the ‘big light’ in the ceiling which is harsh. Hate that. Love electronic reading because we can leave the lights off. It rocks. It’s getting where I sneer if I have to read a paper book :cheer:
My always too late internal editor would like to confess that, yes, I used “picked up” twice in HALF a sentence.
I’m always amazed by how fast I dumped the paper once the right combo of format and device hooked me. I still go to the book aisle every single time I’m in Walmart, but I haven’t bought one in quite a while. I make notes, go home and buy them digitally.
No messy TBR pile, no sticky note bookmarks and no giving a shit if the lightbulbs are burned out.
Well, unless they all go out. I’m too clumsy to have no light.