I started packing a few books today…I’ve been holding off until now. There are stacks hidden all over the house. I get anxiety about having to pack them. What if I need one? I packed and wrote every title down in the first box. Because that’s what I do….I write things down. Of course it took me 5 times longer to pack a single box than it would if I didn’t write things down….
I just can’t go digital. I love the smell of books. I love folding down pages and knowing exactly where to flip a certain book open to a certain passage. I love sharing and passing books on. And I love book covers. I love old books….especially ones that have been handed down through generations. I want my books to be handed down through generations too.
Also, I’ve seen Book of Eli. Books are like currency in the future. Especially when all the iPads and Kindles and Nooks run out of battery life. I’ll just have to refer to my handwritten dewey decimal index in my journal to find the one I’m looking for. And then I’ll trade it for food.
I just like being old fashioned.
In some of the lowest-income neighborhoods in the country there is only one book available for every 300 children.
-from Overcoming Illiteracy