Recently the university where I work had their annual library book sale, and, as always, I found myself unable to stop from buying a couple. One of them is a paperback copy of John Steakley’s Armor.
It’s a classic (originally published in 1984) and I’m finding myself being sucked into the story just as I was when I first read it thirty years ago.
It is interesting, though, how different I am finding the experience of reading a paper printed book after doing the overwhelming majority of my reading on a Kindle screen. It’s kind of awkward to hold, thicker than my Kindle, and it takes two hands to hold the book and turn the page.
The pages are not self-illuminated, so when I woke up in the middle of the night last night I had to turn on a light in my office to read it. And, of course, a paper book won’t read the text to you.
I am enjoying the book, but I do think from time to time, “I want to see if this is on Kindle” and “I wonder if there is an audiobook?” My awareness of the media isn’t too intrusive to keep me from losing myself in the text, but it is there.
This is interesting because I haven’t been a Kindle reader for that long, really, just five or six years, and I was an avid reader of paper books for the prior four decades or so. My reading reflexes, however, have changed to the point where reading a paperback book now takes some adjustment.