But this is what I have concluded. The Kindle is like the sensible man your mother wanted you to marry. She can list a dozen reasons why this man is good for you. But she omits the crucial ingredient: chemistry. The man doesn’t excite you.

It’s easy to turn the Kindle on. But I have found the Kindle doesn’t turn me on. The thrill is gone: the thrill of anticipation as I toy with a printed book, turn the first page to read the author’s dedication or bits of poetry; the list of his/her other books, the reprints from reviews; and then the flip to the back page to ponder the author’s photo, and skim the acknowledgments.

All these preliminaries, a kind of foreplay to the act of reading itself, just aren’t the same with a Kindle.

Adele Horin

Anyone who disregards the countless benefits of the Kindle because the thrill of turning a paper page is gone needs to build up their tolerance for excitement.

I have hundreds of books but there is no denying that instant downloads of millions of books and access to millions of new authors, thousands of which that can be on the go with me anywhere in the world, is more satisfying and I dare say more thrilling than turning a page to find the author’s dedication. After all, that still exists.

Books are cool. Ebooks are cool. Just one is going away.

Source: lanipauli