I am trained in library sciences. So I know that information is not solely contained in books. As you can see I blog, therefore I have connection to the Internet. Sometimes I’m too connected for much of my own good. Before any of these facts came together in my life I was a reader of books. I spent many days in the corner of my childhood drugstore reading books and magazines from the newsstand; spent many hours learning in libraries and at home reading favourites like the Hardy Boys, and Run Silent, Run Deep. So I have no difficulty in saying I love books.
The book has been taking a beating lately. There are many people that are much younger than I who think its concept is outdated (for that matter, they’ll extend the argument to libraries too). “Why everything you need, as it concerns knowledge, can be found on the Internet”, is how their position goes. No matter what Amazon tries to do in automating books or Google tries in digitizing all books of our collective past, a book shall remain the first mobile device that dispenses knowledge, passion, and love; will likely remain after all its competitors batteries have died and cannot be replaced.
On this subject I conclude with an excerpt from “Living with the Kindle” by Dr. Ted Bishop:
“The greatest thing about the physical book is that it’s physical – a memento, a pelt bagged in the great culture hunt, a coaster for a coffee mug—and you can lend it to as many people as you like. It’s not a tracking device. The e-book reminds you why people value books in the first place: a book is not just a carton of information, it’s a psychic space. A place of solitude, private, unconnected, free of digital noise.”