I used to love going to a bookstore. So much potential entertainment. How do I pick that one special book to take home and savor?
I used to think I'd never pick up an e-book. Reading is such a sensory experience. The slick cover, the rough edges. The distinctive smell of freshly milled paper and ink that was liquid last month. The brilliant color of the cover. The crisp rustle as the page turned.
Then I was away on business in a hotel room on a frigid January night. And I realized I'd left the paperback I'd planned to stow in my suitcase on the nightstand at home. My choices: Kangaroo Jack, a UFC event, and several craptastic commercial programs. So I downloaded a e-book on my PC.
I was captured by the story, and next thing I knew it nearly two in the morning. Guess what? I didn't miss the sensory experiences like I thought I would. Because when it came down to it, the author in conjunction with my imagination created a whole different experience. Just like a good writer should.
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