The other day I was eyeing out the new cheaper Kindle and Barnes & Noble's version the Nook. Just dreaming. They're pretty aren't they? And nifty.
And then tonight as I watched television and read during the commercials...multi-tasking at it's finest...I realized how much I love to hold a book. The book is used and it has that wonderful old musky book smell. The binding is worn at the bottom from waiting patiently on a shelf and on the inside in cursive is a name and a date. Maybe because it was a gift? Or maybe a stamp of ownership? And I love the trek through a book the daunting weight on your right hand when you open the first page and the victorious shift to the left. Then that bittersweet moment when you close the book shut and add it to your collection of trophies.
Maybe if I were a globe trotting girl with a passport in hand. But, I'm not. I'm just a simple girl with a well traveled book.
Maybe one day though.