I joined a book club.
Admission #1 I’m the only member without a Kindle or a Nook.
Purchasing one of these newfangled devices is part of the initiation process. I believe it is the genuine possession and use of such technology that paves the path to becoming a real member. So say the bylaws.
I was accepted as a pseudo member for purely nostalgic reasons: I actually have a real book. I can tell you what page I’m on, without using a percentage. I’m okay with the coffee ring on the book jacket and the dog-eared pages.
Admission #2 I borrowed the book from the public library.
You remember libraries, right? Those inviting places that encouraged you to browse, borrow, and loiter. Librarians with buns in their hair and cat-eyed glasses were happy to show off their Dewey Decimal skills, taking you up and down the isles finding that book, the one with the coffee ring on the book jacket and the dog-eared pages. These keepers of the card catalog encouraged you to walk out with arms full of binded treasures and all you needed to belong… was a card. And that was free.
You’re free to choose…What’s your preference?
- Library Card Catalogs Turned Into E-Reader Storage Drawers ” PWxyz (blogs.publishersweekly.com)
- There’s this place called “The Library”… (psychofwriting.wordpress.com)