9:13 on a Friday and I go to add my link on lovely Jennifer's wonderful site. 262. By 9:13 in the morning? Holy hoppers that is a lot of people spending a lot of time thinking about books. I love that. All of the publishing websites (the ones I am eternally grateful to for helping me to get my agent and book deal) are often less than hopeful about the future of the written word.
Not that people will stop writing but that publishing as we know it will loose its shape and become a sort of cyber silly putty version of itself. Distressing. I love books. I love trees too which presents a quandary. I love the heft of a book and the weight of a book and the soft shushing of pages turning. I like the sheer inconvenience of a book. The way it takes up all the room in your bag and makes you get rid of the extra pot of moisturizer that has four dribblets left.
I like to write in books in my own indecipherable scribble. I like it when my book gets that utterly bedraggles, rained on, sandy, broken in look. Can that happen with a cyber book? With 262 hoppers at 9:13 in the morning I am fizzing with hope for books.