The texture of paper, the weight of a book, and the beauty of its cover are some of the things that I miss when I lift a Tablet, an iPhone or an IPad. I like the feel of paper on my fingers.
There is that textured touch that gives me the feel of something tangible and real something present and concrete. I like books because I can travel with it. Read under the tree, sit in the park, have coffee with it, browse over the pictures in the train above jammed pack streets below. It is handy, I can snug it in the bag anytime.
I can read it without the glare of screaming screens. I can read a book without worrying someone might snatch it. I can leave it on my table and come back from the counter finding it there.
A book is a touches my heart with words written in yellowed pages and torn sides. I know the book comes from a distant journey from the past.
A book is something I can sit on, sleep on or held up against the scorching sun on summers day.
This book comes in different sizes and shapes, colors and shades, pictures and paintings alike give me the choices.
A book is personal.
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Maria Lourdes De Vera, RN is an author and artist.
