I'm still in the honeymoon phase with my beloved e-reader, since we won't have our one-year anniversary until November. I'm not quite sure how to handle that milestone, though, since the first anniversary is traditionally celebrated with PAPER, and these books are made of e's, not pulp.
But I digress.
Since I love many, many things about my Nook, it's entirely possible there will be sequels to this post, with roman numerals differentiating my ramblings on the topic. But right now, the thing I love most about my Nook is. . .
Yes, of all the features my Nook possesses, this is the one that makes my heart flutter the most.
I have a love/hate relationship with bookmarks for paper books. I absolutely adore all the promotional ones I've received from authors, with the glossy printed covers, and tantalizing information about upcoming releases. I've collected a zillion of them over the years, and for all I know, I've got a first-edition bookmark hidden somewhere that's worth a fortune.
But that's my problem: I can't ever find these beautiful bookmarks when I need them. They disappear. I suspect they're all hiding in the same place. I just can't figure out where that is, nor am I willing to devote any of my valuable reading time to a scavenger hunt.
Don't suggest that I turn down the corner of the page. I refuse to do that, as I've mentioned before, because it feels like I'm causing the poor book to scream in agony if I do. I don't really like to place a book face down either, but I will do it, very carefully so as not to break the spine, if I can't find something to use as a bookmark.
Which brings us to what I usually do -- try to find something, anything, to use as a bookmark.
I'd forgotten how creative I am at this until the other day when I noticed something sticking out of a book on the lower shelf of the coffee table. It was a nail file, a hot pink zebra-print thing, marking my place in a book that I hadn't returned to in a while. In fact, I'd been wondering what had happened to that particular nail file. Now I know where it is the next time I snag a nail. But then I'll have to find something else to serve as a bookmark so I can use it for its original purpose.
Over the years I've used grocery receipts, envelopes, embroidery thread, pens, movie ticket stubs. . .
When you're a packrat, there is an endless supply of potential bookmark material within reach. There is also an infinite supply of frustration when you can't find the item that is living out its life as a placeholder for your reading material.
But with my Nook, I just have to tap the upper right-hand corner of the screen, and it places an adorable little flag-looking bookmark there. Heck, if I forget to do that, it creates a bookmark for me. The next time I wake up the Nook, it presents the screen I was reading the last time I was there, whether or not I was conscious enough to ask it to.
So while there are many reasons to wax nostalgic about "real" books (and I'm one who doesn't ever want them to disappear), I can say this with the utmost confidence:
My Nook can beat the bookmarks off paper books, every time.