Early last year, a linguistics professor at American University in Washington, D.C., surveyed more than 300 college students around the world and found that — ta-da! — 92 percent of them prefer physical books to digital books.
This news gladdens my heart. (But is that my sentimental side talking?)
Lately I have been hauling my first-generation but still dependable Kindle back and forth to work with me on the bus.
It fits nicely in my backpack. It weighs almost nothing, even when I'm reading a big door-stopper of a book.
I can find its nubby leather cover easily in my bag when I fish around for it. It keeps my place (usually).
The battery lasts a long time. I can get e-galleys from publicists and thus avoid the postage and the environmental burden of an Advance Reader Copy, which I would later recycle.
And yet … and yet … I, too, prefer print. I deeply love the feel of paper, the smell of old books, the smell of bookstores, the existence of bookstores, the glowing, dusty presence of books lined up on wooden shelves in every room of my house.
I thought these feelings might be because I'm old, and maybe they are. But this poll was of students, and the students feel the same way — even the sentimental part.