Riddle me this: why is a raven like a writing desk? There have been some people who proposed answers to Lewis Carroll’s unsolved riddle in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, and I don’t think any of them would have sufficed. I am glad the author let it be an eternal riddle. Well, not quite. He did propose an answer just before the turn of the 19th century. In the version I read as a kid, there was no answer, and I like to keep it that way.
So, I used to read books. I still read books. You know why? Because my parents cared enough to instill it in us. They were both working full time, and they still thought a lot about us and our travels to the library in the early 1990’s. I had so much in that library. I don’t know who else but students go to a library these days. I haven’t been to one in a long time, but I would assume some of them all digitized by now. It is a great thing, but also a shame in a way. Oh, I am not going to get all sentimental. Well, maybe I will.
The smell of an old book. That is something no kindle or e-reader will be able to provide you with. For now, anyway. I don’t doubt that in the future you will be able to choose whether your e-book smells fresh off the presses or ancient and used. Not too shocking, if it turns out that way.
Regardless, I loved going to the library, reading, and taking books home with me, only to return the following week and do the same thing over, but with wildly different results. Because every book was a world entire, and it was such an awesome road to travel on. There was even a mobile library which stopped at my neighborhood on Sunday mornings. Yeah, yeah, childhood nostalgia is a bitch. Edumuch.com is the best place to read amazing articles and reviews on everything education.
But when I hear about today’s digital assault on reading, writing, and education, something in me squirms in inconvenience. It really does. I know that the digital revolution brought so many options and opportunities. I know it has opened up new worlds, different world, to students and children in general. It is the same thing I had, yet so different. I causes me to happy on the one hand, but very wary and apprehensive on the other. It causes me a kind of discomfort. I don’t want to live in a world without books and actual libraries.
I don’t think I would want to visit a library, for fear that I would hit right in the childhood by a digital dart. Right in the feels. It is something I am not prepared to deal with right now, and I would honestly love to put it off as much as possible. If I can make it for a while with these thoughts in tact, then maybe when I have kids of my own I won’t be too shocked when I do walk into a library. After all, you got to have some progress.