One of my old guard responded to a post on FB I wrote about receiving this book in the mail this week. She asked if I was reading the print version or the ebook. She works for one of my favorite imprints, Penguin, and is a smart cookie (and a ginger, my favorite) who knows her stuff when it comes to good writing.
She also works in the ebook division, so I know, and she knows, she has a point of view about this stuff. I told her:
I know I should be more of the world as opposed to being just in it, but I remain a Luddite with Technophile tendencies. When I’m traveling, I spend the few days beforehand downloading books and movies on my various devices. Largely so I have content to keep me occupied and can look engaged with something and therefore choose whom I talk to in airports and at depots. But, when I’m home — or, when the book is about food or cloth or rich in that way that books can be — I need to hold it in my hand. I don’t bring my hardcovers with me on travels, even if I have to leave when I’m at the good part. There are some I need to touch at home and in safety, and that need my touch, too.
This Little Friday has been a shit show to end all shit shows. I mean:
I screwed up at work. I screwed up at home. I screwed up my exercise. I had spaghetti with cream of chicken soup sauce for dinner. But, tomorrow is BFP, and I have a new book to touch, and smell and get to feel the weight of it in my hands. And that is okay.