Recently, I unfortunately left my iPad at a friend's house. And, while waiting for it to be shipped back to me, I decided to (gasp) read an old fashioned book . . . the kind made out of a dead tree. At first, it was nice. Like coming home after a long trip or sliding a foot into a well worn shoe. It was nice to turn the paper back and forth. It was even fun to dog ear a page.
But then, I tried to read before bedtime. I know this may sound crazy, but my little paper book requires an external light source. I have to turn on a light beside the bed . . . and damn that thing is bright. It spreads light all over the room and it’s hard to fall asleep when bathed in light from a giant bulb. But, I made it.
Then, the next day, I ran across a word I didn't know, and again this may be hard to believe, but there is no dictionary in my paper book. And, of course, I didn't bother to look it up. I still don't know what it means. A paper book is less educational than an electronic one.
I can't wait to get my iPad back.