I love the touch of paper in the morning
I never really liked newspapers. In the old days I didn't like the way the print came off on my fingers (and on the sandwich if I were foolish enough to read while eating). But even when the inks improved, I still didn't like the feel of endless sheets all crackling and strange as they entangled me. Then they shrank the pages but everything still felt too big, too scattered, too eager to distract me, especially with color, and get away. So I'd rather read books. Then papers became electronic. My husband and I started lazing in bed every morning, sharing a tablet's glowing page. Which is okay. But I'd still rather read books. While I never liked the touch of newsprint in the morning, I love the touch of real, clean, neatly printed paper, the crispness of pages, their solid feel, the way I can rest the book on my leg and know the page won't turn while I'm checking the clock, while I'm suddenly realizing, HELP! Perhaps it's time to get breakfast in th...
