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[stormdog]

In regard to books on tape, I've always been a little suspicious. I just get a visceral pleasure out of holding a real live book in my hands. I carefully cradle the spine in one hand, tight-pressed to avoid creases. I thrill at turning each individual page as I make my way through. The nestling in of a pretty paper bookmark, snugged between sheets up at the spine, before going to bed for the night is a care-worn personal ritual. Sometimes, reading an older book that's had the chance to accumulate that comforting bouquet of mustiness, I'll take a few moments when no one is looking, open up the pages, and press my nose into the center, breathing in the scent of words. I love physical, solid, hold-them-in-your-hand books. How could disembodied voices in the air take their place? There's nothing to see, feel, or smell; the quartet of indulgence that is the reading of a good book would be reduced to a monosensory shadow.

But on a whim, I picked up a cassette tape at Salvation Army for ninety-nine cents today. (Yes, it would be an obsolete technology that I use to cut my proverbial teeth in a new medium, wouldn't it?) I slid it into the tape deck in my car on the way back to work and gave it a try. And, given the short span of time I had to listen, I really only have one thing to say about my experience.

OMGSQUEEEE!!!! George Takei and Leonard Nimoy are reading to me!!!!!! *bouncebounce*