Paper books, I love you but we can’t get along.
I had the opportunity to visit into town today, and decided to look in the thrift shops for some books. I found a plethora of beauties on the 3 for £1 table, and I went a little wild and purchased nine books. An unwise choice as the weight of the bagged books led to my poor wheels squeaking and complaining at the extra weight. However, I managed to get home without too much drama.
Replete with joy, I set up on the sofa with tea and my favourite blanket to delve deeply into my new acquisitions. Within five minutes of switching positions, leaning books upon cushions and using a book spreader ( a device to hold pages open), I found myself deeply uncomfortable. I switched to a thinner tome from my waiting pile and tried again, but I noticed I was squinting badly due to the small print, and the first twinge of a headache started to appear. I tried again later on the evening, no dice.
Itching to read something, I picked up my kobo and settled in to finish one book and start into a second. I just works for me so well. In my quest for lower tech solutions - I failed.