In two separate pieces I read this past weekend, I discovered that my preference for reading printed books is not quite the anomaly I once thought it was.
The first article was a Cognition blog post by Tom McQuaid entitled, “My Shelf, My Self”. In it, McQuaid talks about the Japanese word tsundoku:
I am a tsundoku-er and I didn’t even know it. I have a stack of about six books that have sat on my nightstand for months. I have another stack of about five books on the floor next to my desk. All are reminders to me of the stuff I still have—and want, and need—to learn.
After reading McQuaid’s post, I stumbled upon “No, the Internet Has Not Killed the Printed Book. Most People Still Prefer Them.” by Daniel Victor for the New York Times.
I still cherish physical forms of media. I have a bookshelf filled to capacity with physical books, ranging in topics from the Web (naturally), non-fiction, and a little fiction. I have hundreds of CDs, and I don’t intend on slowing down on that collection, either. There’s just something about purchasing a physical object that makes it more appealing to me. Reading the inside jacket of a biography, or perusing the liner notes of an album. These all things that electronic forms of media just do a terrible job of replicating.