our generation

I was watching Baby reading tonight. Prince Charming and I were finishing off our dinner and having a chat at the table. The little tot took herself off to the bookshelf, threw a few books around before selecting the one she wanted. She walked over to the couch, climbed up, hauled a teddy up behind her and preceded to flick through the pages. This occupied her for a few minutes, after which she brought the book over to show us.

We were talking about her children, and wondering if they would ever be sitting on the couch reading books, or throwing books around in piles. Feeling the texture of the pages, the weight of the cover. Flipping through and looking at the pictures. Getting a paper cut. And does it really matter? Does it add to the experience of reading? Is it part of reading, to feel the slightly rough surface of a page beneath your fingertips?

We imagined the same scene, Baby on the couch, skimming her finger across an iPad or kindle, reading a book she had chosen from a list of pictures on a screen. I don’t mean to sound old fashioned (or do I…), but it just didn’t seem to hold the same magic.