Let’s get one thing straight. I have no qualms with watching TV. Movies and TV shows are great! However, with the exception of my beloved Doctor Who, I prefer the book. I spend an immense amount of time online doing a variety of things. The last thing that I want to do when I get out of an eight-hour computer binge is stare at a screen.
I’ll give an example. I’m currently reading Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover. I have seen the movies dozens of times and liked them. We have a wide variety of lightsabers in our home. Kenobi and Skywalker, Vader and Maul, we have so many that I’ve honestly lost track.
But with my books, I am not bound by a screen but by my imagination. I don’t have to worry whether Lucas changed the effects or Han shot first. The story is mine.I feel like a kid discovering the story again for the first time. In the previous book, Attack of the Clones, I felt the pain of Shmi in a way that I never have before. It took me months to work up the courage to read her demise. I would open the book and read a few paragraphs only to quickly shut it again.
The same goes for all of the books that I own.
I’m also reading A Brief History of Time (still) by Stephen Hawking. I’ve journeyed to the center of distant suns and traveled at the speed of light. I have jumped locations and existed simultaneously in two places. If I don’t understand a section, I just re-read it. There are so many times that I re-read a section over and over just to feel it’s power.
While it can be argued that this is possible with a video medium, it simply doesn’t work for me. I have found my joy in these pages and will continue to do so.