The era of Kindles and eBooks? Not for me, thanks. My tribe is made up of those who relish the scent of paperback pages at their favorite bookstore, where the smell of fresh ink and old bindings fills the air. We’re the ones you see leaving used bookstores with bags full of treasures, unable to resist a Buy One, Get One Free deal. We genuinely adore books—the tactile experience of holding them, the satisfaction of flipping through their pages, and yes, the glorious aroma of both new and aged paper. eReaders? Not a chance.
Us ’70s and ’80s children of the bookish revolution are not averse to technology. We’ve got smartphones, tablets, and laptops. In fact, we’re so tech-savvy that we even own devices that don’t feature cartoon characters—though they certainly smell nice too. But we find ourselves in a peculiar position, standing between those who shun anything requiring a charge and the hipsters who seem inseparable from their gadgets. We see your technology, but we proudly raise you a paperback.
The concept of reading on a screen doesn’t sit well with us. Back in the ’80s, we checked out books with that stiff little card tucked inside the back cover. We wrote our names in pencil beneath those of our friends, enemies, and crushes, knowing that our names would often be marked there multiple times as we renewed our beloved stories. There was something magical about taking a book home for a two-week journey in our imaginations. Huddled under blankets with a well-loved copy of Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret past bedtime? A true rite of passage.
We have a soft spot for nostalgia and some truly excellent reading from our youth. We knew what made a book good, and we carried them until the covers were worn and the pages began to come loose. From the Trixie Belden mysteries to Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, we devoured every clue alongside our snacks of Cheetos and Tab. We imagined ourselves as clever as Encyclopedia Brown, even if we couldn’t quite manage to erase that pesky Cheetos thumbprint before returning the book.
Characters like Encyclopedia Brown weren’t alone in captivating our imaginations. We devoured works by Beverly Cleary and Judy Blume, and the series of Bunnicula books were a delightful treat for our book-loving souls. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the joy of clutching a tattered copy of How to Eat Fried Worms—that sense of belonging to the reader community was palpable.
As time progressed for us, the kids raised on Reading Rainbow (a huge influence on our literary attachment), we found ourselves navigating the complexities of Sweet Valley High and later faced with assigned readings in high school. We checked out classics like The Catcher in the Rye and marveled at The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, each page wrinkling under our fingers as we connected with the characters’ struggles.
Our bookshelves burgeoned with titles we couldn’t part with. We could finally buy our own copies of The Color Purple and To Kill a Mockingbird, proudly placing them on our shelves without the worry of returning them to the library. We didn’t realize then that our children would miss out on the experience of seeing the signatures of countless readers on a library card tucked in the back of a book. They might be more familiar with the smell of an OtterBox than the fragrance of well-loved pages passed through many hands, each reader cherishing the book for their own reasons.
So, keep your eBooks; I’ll stick with my dusty shelves filled with treasures, both new and old. You can have your Kindle with its elusive charger, while I hold onto my crumbling copy of The Call of the Wild. You might have an app for reading, but there’s no substitute for the joy of physically holding a book and inhaling the scent of its pages. I’ve got my own app for that.
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Summary:
This article celebrates the nostalgia of physical books cherished by Gen-X readers, contrasting the tactile joy of reading paperbacks with the digital age’s reliance on eBooks. It highlights the unique experiences of borrowing and owning books, illustrating how these memories shape our love for literature.