So yesterday my little Top 10 list got a lot of exposure on Facebook; thanks to those of you who reposted it. The response was mostly favourable. It seems many people love their Kindles.
There are a few, however, who remain staunch holdouts. A couple of those made me want to reach through my monitor and smack some sense into them.
You can tell me that you don’t want a Kindle because the price is too high, the screen is difficult for you to read, you don’t do well with electronics. You can even tell me that you don’t want a Kindle because you don’t want one and I can just go soak my head. Fine. It’s all well and good.
What you cannot say to me is
“I’m too much of a bibliophile.” “I love books too much.” “Real reading is on paper.”
I understand that folks have a medium they prefer. I know a lot of people, for instance, who prefer to read on their iPad because they like the colour and the backlit screen. I also know quite a few people who are more comfortable reading paperprint books. All that is wonderful–those differences are what make the world go ’round.
But this business about implying that those of us with Kindles don’t really love books and reading…this makes me as angry as I get about anything.
Why, exactly, does one have to prove one’s love by an allegiance to a certain form of reading? “I love reading so much I only read papyrus scrolls!” A book is information. The method by which that information is recorded is not holy or pure or sacred.
Do you love music so much you only listen to 8-tracks? Do you love food so much you only eat things cooked over open flame?
I have little patience for what I call designer-jeans mentality; the attitude that only a specific subset of a thing are any good at all. When people have that attitude toward things like pants and books it more often than not leeches out into their attitudes toward other people. The idea that one thing (and one person) is better than another because it looks a certain way, costs more money or is prized highly by a group of likeminded folk is something we tend to call ‘prejudice’. At best it’s unhealthy. At worst it’s evil.
So there’s that, but there’s also the fact that I don’t like being told I don’t love books. No, I don’t collect a hardback version of every book I’ve ever read. I only have a 3-story house; there’d be no room. Besides which, I can either spend money to have a souvenier of what I already read or I can put that toward a new book and a new journey to a new place. And I’ll use my Kindle to go there.
If you don’t want a Kindle, fine. But those of us who do love books just as much as you do. We aren’t as picky about how we come by them, that’s all.