Now. E-books. Are they a fate or a release? I’m inclined to believe the former. While some may delight in staring at a screen (such as on a Kindle) for hours and soaking in the advantage of good writing I have found that it is harmful to the retinas. I enjoy leafing through pages, knowing from experience how many of them are left, sensing how close I am to a climactic battle *cough, cough Cry of the Icemark*. Call me crazy, but I also get pleasure from the smell of old book shops (unless they are occupied by scary old book-sellers). Is there soon to be an end to that familiar sensation of turning pages and seeing that tomato sauce you spilled on page 126 last time you read the novel in your hands? Or is this simply a wonderful new invention that marks the end of a “dark age” in reading and the beginning of literary progress?
Pondering and Halting Technological Advancement,
