Before we head off on our Middle Eastern adventure, we’re going to spend some family time in an even more exotic locale: we’re going “down the shore.” Snooki-ville, here we come.
I’m bringing this cool thing with me for the beach: it’s totally portable, doesn’t need any kind of power source, and isn’t affected by the glare of the sun. I can toss it on the towel while I go make sand castles with the boys and not worry that someone is going to steal it. It’s a product that I think might really catch on.
Have you heard of this thing? It’s called a book. It has pages that actually turn and usually comes with a picture on the front cover.
It’s true, folks. Despite being miss social media, as Husband calls me (fondly, I think), I haven’t switched to a digital reader. Husband, who worships at the iAltar, tries to convert me: I can carry around lots of “books” without breaking my back; I can keep books I love without having to find more shelf space for them; I can enlarge the print (which is becoming increasingly and depressingly important now that I’ve entered the bifocal years). I remain unconvinced. My books come to me from that modern miracle, the library. I read them and send them back. It’s a fabulous system.
But. In Abu Dhabi, there is no lending library. Which means I’m either going to bankrupt myself buying new books or I’m going to have to become a Kindelite.
Until that day, however, here’s a list of books I’ve been reading, old-style, turning the pages with greater or lesser interest, depending. If I see you down the shore with your Snooki pouf bent over a digital reader, I promise not to judge. (And of course, you should feel free to order your copies–real or digital–from Amazon, using that there amazon window, just to the right). Continue Reading →