Some things I don’t mean to do, and reading a book on my phone is one of them. Okay, you might say “Well, why did you download the software, then?”, which is hard to argue with, but I don’t know, it’s a brave new world, lots of crazy apps and shit, why not? It was free! And it came with a copy of The Invisible Man pre-loaded onto it. I thought “Eh, let’s see how reading off of a screen works, yeah?”. Turns out it reads ok, though I’m not doing it for any length of time so we’ll see.
Oh, yes, the point of this was that I have a copy of Wolf Hall in my bag, which I totally intended to start reading yesterday and a copy of The Phantom of the Opera at home, which I nominated as book of the month and so have a duty to read. But what did I do? I read a page or two of The Invisible Man and now I have to finish it. It’s a compulsion. Bloody Wells and his curiously more-ish prose.
Also, furthermore, the point is that I want to read books, buy books, paper, physical books. I don’t want electronic copies. I don’t want to be thought of as part of the generation that killed books, that would destroy me.
Which is why we have so many books for E. So many! I bought The Gruffalo’s Child the same weekend as Wolf Hall, and I think it may be my favourite baby book now. Although I still don’t have a proper voice for the Gruffalo’s Child. Squeaky Scots, I guess, since my Gruffalo is sort of a bad Robbie Coltrane impression.