Today is a good day, and a day of many firsts.
The first first: It’s my first time writing a blog post from my phone! I’ve pushed a post live from my phone before, but I’ve never composed one. It makes me feel all edgy and savvy and hip. And it makes me realize what a s-l-o-w typist I am, since I only use one finger, my index finger, to type on the touch screen. Is that how normal people do it? I don’t know. I’ve only been hip for an hour now, so you cool kids will have to help me catch up.
The second first: It was the first day of my Book-A-Day week! I’ve been reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins today, which I’ve wanted to read for awhile now. I have about 100 pages left to go, and two hours left in the day, so I should make it without an issue.
I do have a confession to make, though. I cheated just a teeny tiny bit: I read the first ten pages of the book a few days ago. Oooops. I felt bad about it for about three minutes, and then realized that this is my game, and if I want to bend the rules a little every now and then, I can do that. I think. I still feel a little guilty, though, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be making this confession right now. Darn my hardcore Baptist love of rules! I can’t even break my own rules. I’m sure this serves me well in the long run, but sheesh, today it’s just pathetic!
And the third first:I’m considering getting a reader, maybe a Nook color. I’ve held out for a very long time. I would consider myself a book purist; I like a real book, one I can write in and put on my shelf. There’s something more tangible about the legacy of a real book, one that I can share with any friend, not just the ones who also happen to have the same reader I do. But traditional books cost more money.
There are some books, say for instance the new Sherlock Holmes book, The House of Silk, that I know I’ll want a hard copy of. But then there are books that I only have a passing interest on, such as The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society, that I’m certain I will enjoy, but won’t be broke up about not having it on my book shelf. Getting my library card will help with this, but I’m still considering a reader. Plus I could put things like bulky, expensive cookbooks on it, which would be really nice.
What do you think? Do you have a reader? Would you even consider getting one? Am I selling out? The convenience would be great, but I’m afraid that the book, like the snail mail letter, is going the way of the buffalo, existent: but quaint and rare.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a book to finish, a peppermint mocha to guzzle, and a kitty cat to snuggle.