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: