Six months after jumping into the ebooks world, I'm still deciding exactly where my loyalty lies. I'm one foot in Camp-Old-School, and one foot in Camp-Paperless-Future.
At the outset, I knew that I'd miss the smell of the paper, the tactile experience of holding the book. I knew that curling up with electronica wouldn't be as warm and fuzzy. On the other hand, I knew that ebooks are the more responsible, earth-friendly choice, and that counts for a lot.
Here's what I don't like. When I download a book to read, I don't know how big of a book it is. When it tells me I'm 25% of the way through, I don't know if that means I have a half-inch of book left, or two inches. I guess I want to know how accomplished I should feel at the conclusion of a book.
I like that I can instantly look at the definitions of all the big (or small) words I don't know. Downside, it takes me longer to get through a difficult read, because now I feel like I should pause long enough to be a smart reader about those formerly elusive words.
Another tally in the pro-Kindle column, I like that it's lightweight enough I can hold it in one hand, dangling off the side of the bed, when I'm reading away the last waking moments of my day. And when I inevitably nod off and drop the book, Kindle holds my page.
Oh. But I miss cute bookmarks.
