Ahh, that time honoured tradition of settling down in front of a blazing fire with…..an e-book reader. This image somehow doesn’t evoke the same dreamy idyll as a well-thumbed paperback but that seems to be the direction of our reading future; can we bury ourselves in a good Kindle?
I personally, am slowly edging that way, being of the in-between generation; reluctant at first and missing the turning of pages, however my Kindle makes things so easy; have Kindle, will travel…..
My homepage has a growing list of new, exciting and easy accessed titles plus all my old favourites, whilst my paperbacks languish redundantly in my stunted bookcase. I can’t help but feel a little sad and guilty that I am adding to the momentum of the death of the paperback and ultimately the bookmark!
Sounds slightly trivial, however, as a child, I had an array of different bookmarks, collected from all over the world, purchased from pocket money scrimpings; now bookmarking means something altogether different and is much more….electronic.
I worry about the future of bookshops; historically a fascinating place, filled with dusty hardbacks, more latterly; colourful series and factual references; a place where many an hour could be whiled away, hidden in secret corners, browsing through authors.
My browsing now consists of typing in a title or recommendation to my search bar, pressing BUY NOW and hey presto, it appears in front of my eyes; easy as Amazon, PayPal, Kindle. It seems everything is geared towards ease and speed but have we lost that vital spark from an already forgotten process and are our children now assuming a role within an increasingly electronic age; missing out on fond memories that endless browsing (not of an internet kind) can conjure?
I have no doubt, in the coming years, they shall read about paperbacks, bookshops and libraries in historical journals on their e-readers – a day probably not too far away!