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Ok, it’s Day 1 of the 15 Day Book Blogger Challenge. (Ok, actually Day 1 was a couple days ago…. shut up, I’m working on it! At least I’ve got the right week. I think) Anyway, Day 1’s challenge was:

Make 15 Book-Related Confessions

Now what happened when I sat down to confess my 15 deepest darkest book-related confessions was………. I started writing. And then I kept writing. And writing. And writing. I sat down ready to write a bulletpointed list of my 15 confessions and then move on. But the words started pouring out. And they kept pouring out. And they just wouldn’t fucking stop. In my defense, I was doing this  on a train with the rattly white noise and the gentle rocking of the wheels that lull you into sleep or a deep daydream.  So here’s the deal: each confession is getting it’s own post. Here’s the first:

I look forward to the day when reading is 100% digital.

Yeah, I said it. I like ebooks. A lot. I’m a bad person. A bad writer. A bad reader. And I do realize that there is a contradiction in this confession – a confession I’m writing while sitting on a train using a very shaky pen and paper.

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I want to reiterate that I was on a train….. which TOTALLY accounts for the chickenscratch writing.

It’s not that I don’t like pressed tree gunk glued together and splashed with ink. I do. There’s something calming about moving a pen over paper or holding the physical result of communication in your hands. And books are beautiful. They are decorative, evocative. An old dusty tome feels different from a shiny new bestseller with a crackly binding and a gluey smell. A marked up textbook with wrong answers scribbled out in the margins gives a very different experience from a mint-condition, dust-jacketed Harry Potter hardback from a midnight release party.

But there’s an emotional component to my yearning for digital, too.

I love books.

But I also love stories.

In my pocket I have a palm-sized box of metal and plastic thinner than most picture books. In this box, my entire library lives. My favorite classics, practical manual-style non-fiction, embarrassing trashy romances… it’s all there.

Books – the physical things – are beautiful and evocative, but they cannot always be there. But fell the physical barriers and then stories can be everywhere. At the bus stop. In a crowd. At a boring dinner party. In bed. On the toilet. Everywhere. A little box filled with 1s and 0s lets stories invade meatspace – everpresent, easily read and remembered and shared stories. Stories that fit in a pocket. An entire library of stories.

And when I say 100% digital… I don’t mean that I want to throw away all the beautiful and evocative dead-tree-and-ink books. I just want to be able to (and perhaps more importantly be allowed to) read anything and everything in a form that fits in the 1s and 0s in my pocket. As much as I love books, my true love is the stories on their pages, and the pages are just a tool. Beautiful, evocative ones, but tools nonetheless.


2 Responses to “15 Day Book Blogger Challenge: CONFESSIONS! 1/15”

  1. Maura @ Monster of Books

    Such a dangerous confession haha!!!
    However, the idea of books being all in one place, pocket-size, does make sense.
    However, you must admit all the room books take up on shelfs is kind of like a hobby. I love books being all different places. I actually fear the day when books will all be digital 0_0 hahaha.

    • AeliusBlythe

      Ah yeah! I know it’s the kind of confession that makes book lovers bristle. And I definitely love books as a hobby – like collecting snowglobes, but not creepy. But for reading, it’s the story that counts in my book!


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