I have been so very lazy this summer. The only book I’ve picked up is “Spanish for Dummies”. My spanish is coming along, gracias.
And now Borders is closing. I walked through their dwindling aisles yesterday, feeling a great sense of loss already. Sure, I prefer small, intimate book shops, but soon only the libraries will remain as large, cavernous places where you can close your eyes and smell the scent of the printed page. If it’s the internet that’s killing book stores, how long do libraries have?
I’ve toyed with the idea of buying a Kindle, but I can’t get past the love of holding a book in my hand, of turning the pages, of feeling connected with the writer because of the tactile connection with the paper. It’s so very personal. How do you curl up with a good Kindle?
So I bought a couple of books to read. Of course, the one I wanted was not there. I want to read this one, “The Camp of The Saints” by Jean Raspail. Guess I’ll order it from Amazon. Sigh.
I did get this one at a cut rate, “Why Our Decisions Don’t Matter”, edited by Simon Van Booy. Should be interesting. I always gravitate toward Philosophy for some reason.
And this one as well, “The Wall” (and other stories) by John-Paul Sartre
Time for a little existentialism.