One of the silver linings I found during this time of great upheaval and uncertainty is my easy access to a variety of reading material. Thanks to a small, but sizable pile of books I have in my unread pile, I have been ticking off books as read in the last few months. After discovering an Amazon Prime membership also entitles me to add a maximum of 10 e-books from their collection, mostly classics and older books, to load onto my iPad through the Kindle app for free, this hungry reader won’t be left wanting for books. As I devoured book after book, a curious pattern began to emerge—the need to swap the form my book took.
When it comes to reading books I tend to be more old school. I’ve been, for the most part, adamantly against adopting the new technological forms of consuming books. Whether it’s e-books or audio books, I’ve shunned them both in favor of the more traditional way of owning and reading a book. I enjoy the way a book feels in my hands and the smell of the paper when I open it to the first page. You can’t get a similar experience with an e-book and audio book. Just when I thought I would never ever download an e-book or listen to an audio book, I found myself in situations where my own words are coming back to bite me in the ass.