Today I finished the last book in the series published so far and it dawned on me that I have been reading the same series since August. Five books. In five months. This is far, far below my regular reading level. So what's been going on?
Part of it is down to the books, or should I call it the text? I have loved reading this series, but found that after book 3, my attention started to wander but I had already committed myself to these characters and didn't feel as though I could stop*. And with the eformat so easy to read, so light in my hands, I didn't feel reluctant to pick it up, as I usually would with tomes this size. When I've grown tired of previous serials, my hands have grown physically tired of holding them, I've grown tired of the covers. This didn't happen with the Kindle so I kept going. In a way, I wish I hadn't. Five books. In five months. When there are so many wonderful books waiting to be read, I've been left feeling a little cheated.
Though I'm very fond of the Kindle and now have one all of my very own (wooo birthday!), I have come to a realisation. My reading experience with it so far has been hugely positive, and being able to up the font size when suffering with tired eyes has been a complete godsend. But I miss paper. I miss the smell and I miss the ache in my hand from reading for too long. I miss the sense of progression through a book as the balance of pages read and unread starts to shift. The little percentage line at the bottom of the screen just doesn't do it for me. Having the option of an ereader is wonderful, and its uses are many. I'm very glad I have one and know that I will use it a lot in the future. But it's also quite comforting to realise that at heart, I'm a book reader. Long live ink, paper, string and glue.
*Smart move, George R.R. Martin. Smart move.
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