...and by "book" I refer to the humble codex, a collection of thoughts on a subject committed to writing and then printed as text on pages that have been bound together and placed between covers ... not the Kindle, iPad, or other manifestations of the ebook.
A book is so simple. I realized this one day on the train to work as I pulled out the title I was reading.
I don't have to subscribe to it or connect to the Internet to access it or recharge the device containing it.
I don't have to put earphones on (although I do enjoy listening to an audiobook now and then, sort of like reading with my ears for a change instead of my eyes).
And when I'm reading a book borrowed from a library and some of the pages are a bit worn and dog-eared at the corners, I feel as though I'm holding in my hands something that unknown friends have also cherished. If the binding is a little more (com)pliant than it used to be, it's because previous readers have graciously tucked bits of their thoughts into it.
Of course, I realize that the more technologically complex forms of the book are a boon to many others who are not blessed as I am with excellent eyesight. Still, I give thanks for the simple codex and for the library network that crisscrosses the region where I live, sending me books on all sorts of subjects, in different languages, and all for free.