With thanks to Sally Field for the title.
I’d been thinking. Could I (and a handful of other horse-loving, dinosaur-tending, old-school book lovers) be the only one for whom that smell of binding and tactile sensation of pages mattered?
Am I the only one who’s less in love with technology and gadgets, at least when it comes to pleasures like reading?
The only one who doesn’t have a cell phone, for crying out loud?
(Oops. Did I just say that to all my readers and for the digital record, may it last until the apocalypse at least?)
OK. Maybe everyone but me does have a cell phone and consider it useful. (Heck, even I acknowledge its use. I just don’t want one.)
But there are more people than simply the Luddites who might value a book over the supposedly new, improved, flat, electronically lit version that Jeff and Steve would like to shove into as many grabby hands as will take it.
I don’t mean to put down these innovators in any way. The fact that they stand to earn a buck from the genius that is Amazon–and Apple–is just the American way.
A’s for effort all around.
But leave me my B.
And acknowledge that for a good number of people out there, this B might forever come first.