What is a Book? (Finished)

A book is a place that is somewhere outside of reality. It is something that you get to picture and create in your own mind. A book is an escape from the real world. Something to spark your imagination. It is not a Kindle, or an iPad. It’s something with pages inside of it, with a message between the lines. A book has an old smell to it, like moth balls and dust. The pages are dog eared because it’s clearly been loved on, and has a coffee stain on the front cover of it. With maybe a few spider webs inside here and there. You can’t have any of those things with a Kindle or an iPad or a cell phone copy of the book. If you have to charge anything to read it, then it is not a book. Sure, it’s an alternative. But it’s nothing like going to the bookstore and sitting in a chair surrounded by old books wishing to be read. A book is nothing without its spine. I mean I own a kindle, but I never use it. It hurts my eyes when I look at it too long. Sure, it’s convenient being able to download a book at the push of a button, but the fact that we are making everything electronic makes me angry. Especially books. I actually enjoy going to the bookstore and hunting to find the book I’m looking for. It’s like a scavenger hunt, you never know what you’ll find. A book is also something you’re able to collect and pass down to your friends and family throughout the years. It’s not like you can pass a Kindle or iPad down. You can’t collect Kindles and iPads. Yes, you can have your own personal library on those devices, but it isn’t the same. A book to me, is something I can hold in two hands, not on some special, electronic device, with real paper and pages I can turn and enjoy.