Feo Replies to Your Mind Mail (I Like Books.)

  I like books. Not just the literary part. I like the paperiness of them. The scientifically unexplainable phenomenon of a book falling open to your favorite page. The wonderful sensation of viciously throwing a  particularly horrible book you haven't read and that you have an essay on tomorrow at the wall. That's great. I love that feeling.

  "Dear Feo," you write in the study of your mind, a fire cracking pleasantly in the grate of your consciousness, "why have you suddenly assaulted us with your love for the physical codex book? I mean, I can totally relate, but can't we all? You don't have to go and become whoever it is that praises books, do you?"

  Well, dearest reader, I somewhat must. What, with all the e-readers and the new Kindle Fire, there apparently aren't going to be many books to throw at walls soon. And for me, that is quite a tragedy. As earlier stated, I like holding the book. I like ruffling the pages, staining the pages with tea and graphite-covered fingers. It gives the book an almost human quality: it can be your best friend or your worst enemy (Particularly horrible book. Essay. Tomorrow.).

  Okay, so this can seem somewhat alarmist, and it very well is. Codex (the normal kind of book, as opposed to a scroll) books are going to be around for a very long time. They will easily coexist with all the Kindles and iPads of the future. They will always have a place in our hearts and oak bookcases. 

  Why I really was writing on this topic is because of this article by John Biggs. Highly exaggerated, but still highly interesting. Go. Go and read it. On your iPad. After you're done, take the jet-pack and go to the hovermarket to get some Space-Milk. What am I supposed to eat my Spacial K with?

  I'm done here.

  Feo.