When I woke up and got out of bed I remembered that I must charge my book. Such a thought would have been the stuff of science fiction just a generation ago, but now, by my bedside, I have a slim device, smaller than a paperback, which holds more than a thousand books. Several such devices would hold a library of all that I have read and all that I would wish to read. A shelf of such would hold most of what has been written in the English language. Perhaps that might work – a library of electronic books, discrete, in that from the outside no one would know what was on the inside, and compact, needing nothing but dusting and charging.
Posted on June 13, 2015 by Robert Kyriakides