My name is Nisha, and I am a voracious reader. This is what my bedside table looks like:
I consider myself pretty disciplined, but when it comes to books, I cannot help myself. I have the biggest soft spot for them. One of my all-time favorite places is the bookstore: I can’t help but wander in a few times a week and just browse the shelves of books happily and calmly. There is nothing quite like the weight and feel of a good book in your hands. It’s like therapy.
The digital age, however, has changed things and, frankly, confused me. With Kindles, iPads and numerous other e-reader options, you now don’t have to buy heavy books. You don’t even have to leave your home! Just browse online, find what you want, maybe sample it and make the purchase. Instant and weightless. This is very convenient, but at times I can’t help but feel that it robs me of what I love about the entire book experience.
I have always known that I had a bit of a book compulsion — it is what I’ll gladly spend money on. But when I was in Mumbai — in under three years — I managed to purchase ~100 books! And that doesn’t include my countless e-book purchases. Oh, and I had a fancy subscription at a local private library.
When I came back to NYC, I promised myself that I would only borrow from the public library and finish off the digital stack of books waiting for me on my Kindle app. This was a decision based more on space-saving than anything else. Plus, I promised my hubby I would “modernize” my reading habits.
But lo and behold: my bedside table is testament to my real habits. There are books I’ve purchased, books I’ve borrowed and e-books on my iPad. And the pile keeps growing! I honestly get confused trying to justify how, when and why I acquire my reading. It’s so silly, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who faces this conundrum. Or am I?
Okay, maybe it’s time to admit it. My name is Nisha, and I’m a book addict.