NaBloPoMo Day TwentySix: My view on books

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Yes, yes…I’m an author, we all know I’m TRYING to get you people interested in my book. (sssooonn my presshhhuuuss). But I am very particular myself when it comes to books. eBooks and actual books.

Most of us love reading. Why are we reading blogs? We love to read. And being the modern age, most of us have a nifty gadget just for reading. A Kindle or a Nook, an iPad thingy… I have a Kindle. I love my Kindle. I buy many many eBooks. Give me a credit card and I’m a dangerous person with a Kindle.

However, when I find a book I just love, I ALWAYS buy the actual book as well. There’s just something about a book. The feel of it in your hands. The weight. The texture of the pages. The smell. To have it there within your grasp. To slip a cute little bookmark in the pages. Yes, this bookmark must feature cats or zombies. It’s the law, I think.

Anywho…

So, never give me access to a credit card in a bookstore either. I have tons of books here in my office, so many that I don’t have enough shelves. Does that prevent me from buying more books? NOPE! No way, nu-uh. Give me more monies so I can buy more lovely books!

I have books on so many subjects. Fiction, Non-fiction, classic literature. FBI Manuals!!! Autopsy guides, medical journals, history books…

You know what kind of book you WONT find in my collection? A cookbook…lol. Or books about vampires that sparkle. Blech.

So, I’m feeding an author not once, but twice. I mean, most of us publish ebooks at a price less than a trade paperback. And let me tell you, when you pay print costs, you aren’t making much. Then there is advertising, marketing, promoting. ISBNs. Cover art. Templates for those not swift with the formatting.

Now, I’m talking from a purely self publishing author stand point. Sure, there’s easy ways to go about it. A fancy book publisher and distributor. Createspace, Smashwords, BlueAsh, etc. And for a price, some places will help promote and the likes.
But I never do things the easy way. NOPE! If I can possibly make it more difficult, I will. >_<

Back on topic… yes, eBooks and the real book.

Some books I get purely for sentimental reasons. I have a lovely binding of Edgar Allen Poe’s complete collection, nicely protected in plastic shrink wrap, as well as Dante’s Inferno. I will never open them. I have the ‘read’ copies in paperback. I also have multiple copies of several of Stephen King’s works. I can read ‘The Stand’ over and over. And I do. And then I have a copy that doesn’t have a single crease on it at all. Same with my Anne Rice and Mira Grant books. I have ‘read’ copies, and then the ‘do not open or crease my spine’ copies.

EBooks’ are my discovery tool I guess, in a way. It’s how I find those rare treasures that I just fall in love with.

Best example…’Area 187, Almost Hell’ by Eric R. Lowther. I ABSOLUTELY love this book. I read it for the first time on my best friends Kindle account. COVET COVET COVET. I had to have it.

So I have it on my own Kindle, and I have the paperback as well. Mr. Lowther even stopped by here once. I thought I was going to die of fan-girl-ness. Okay, maybe pee myself a little, and then die. I did actually sit here at the keyboard squealing like a ten year old fan girl though. What I wouldn’t give for his autograph. I patiently await more of his work. I got his last piece, but, yanno, I’m a greedy wench.

I don’t think people appreciate actual books as much as they should. The virtual book world is great. A portable library. But don’t you ever miss an actual library? The smell, the hushed tones? Or curling up in your favorite chair or bed with a nice cup of whatever it is you love to sip on and read…actually turn pages. There is a certain comfort to be found in actual paper books. For some of us…yanno, us old farts, picking up an old book brings back memories as well. I mean, think back to how old you were, what the fashion styles were, what the music was and whatnot when you first picked up and read Hamlet, Macbeth, Flowers for Algernon, or any of those books that were ‘mandatory reading’ in your Junior/High School Lit class. There’s just something very distinct about holding an old, or new, real book. Sure, they are not all sleek and smooth and slim and compact as our nifty e-readers, but they can evoke so much more just by holding them, opening them, and reading off a paper page.

And besides, when the zombie apocalypse happens and we are cast into a world with no power, how the hell are we going to read our Kindles??

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