I still hold doors open for people, bring a gift for a party hostess, make eye contact, say nice things to people and/or I'm sorry when I mess up and I read books. Real tactile books that you can glide your finger along the cover, dog ear the pages, carry around with you and hug to your chest. Ones that you possess and find a home for on your shelf when you're done reading it, so you can admire it. Even if you never open it again, you know it's there waiting for you if you do.
And this is where I'm torn, like an old tattered book...
...I know it's not as cost effective, convenient or efficient as a Kindle. I know it's not environmentally friendly and uses far more oil and trees resulting in more pollution. And yes, I feel completely guilty about that. But, not enough to change my ways. I will burn in hell for this. At precisely 451 degrees Fahrenheit. I'm sure of it. Especially because I just ordered Fahrenheit 451 from Amazon.com just yesterday, even though I've already read it. And I'm just going to admit right now that I also ordered seven other books in paperback too.
Because I'm an environmental terrorist.
And it gets worse. I also have my music on cd's. What can I say? I'm just an old fashioned girl thwarting the high tech world. Like Clarisse McClellan in Fahrenheit 451, the optimistic outcast in a bookless society refusing to conform for the sake of fitting in, but rather, questioning the meaning of it all. So when the apocalypse happens and kindle's no longer work, you know I'll be saving all the books. And you know where to come if you want to borrow a book from my library.