Saturday, November 10, 2012

Anticipation of a Print Edition

Yes, yes, I know, I know... ebooks are where it's at in terms of sales, publishing ease, and popularity. Seems like everyone out there has an iPad or a Kindle or a Kobo or a Nook--except me. I'm not a Luddite, though. I have no aversion to technology. I mean, look here, I'm on a computer, right? And I even have a cell phone, though it isn't a smartphone because even a stupid phone seems to have apps I'm not sure how to use.

I simply love the sensory experience of print books.

There's nothing quite like getting to hold that very first copy of your novel in your grubby little hands. Sure, technically it's mashed dead tree guts, pulped and pressed, inked, painted, and glued. But take it into your hands to heft the sheer weight of it; those are all your words holding the pages down, lifting spirits, and tickling fancies. You did that, stringing them together in lines and scenes and chapters to combine them into a novel.

Look at that cover. Run your hand over it, so smooth and shiny with its laminated surface. The colors pop, richer and deeper in the light of day than backlit as they appear on a screen. Not that cover art isn't eye-catching online; that's what grabs the reader's eye, after all. And we have some incredibly talented cover artists at Champagne.
Won't this artwork by Amanda Kelsey look awesome in print?

Now, open the thing. Breathe in. Smell that paper and binding glue and ink--and imagine how it will smell in twenty-five or thirty years. The perfume of aged parchments is one of the headiest aromas for researchers. An old book carries scents of its time as well as possibly a pressed flower or two. (Do kids do that any more? ) Print books will last, maybe not forever, but definitely for decades. How awesome is it that my son could hand a copy of one of my books to his child and say, "Do not read this until you're forty because your grandmother was a twisted old pervert"? Ah, warms my heart just to think of it... 

And books make beautiful gifts, especially a series bundled together and tied with ribbon. Hint. hint Holiday Shoppers!

I'm waxing poetic over print editions because my second novel with Champagne Books, Out of Forgotten Ashes (Dragon & Hawk, Book Two) is now available in print. I am looking forward to seeing this gorgeous cover art by Amanda Kelsey in ink on paper. I've placed my order, so it will be soon, my pretties, soon...

Happy reading,


Jude Johnson writes historical adventure/romance, including the Dragon & Hawk trilogy and a short historical fantasy Within The Mists.



Big Mike said...

Ref the pervert part, sadly only between the pages for the ladies, not in reality. Big guy upstairs just doesn't want us dudes to get that lucky in life. Guess he's still upset about the apple thing.

Michael Davis (
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Julie Eberhart Painter said...

I agree with all your sensual hyperbole, words, scents, and history. We have many first editions on our-shelves-in-every-room, one a Robert Louis Stevenson (We visited his home in Samoa, so it means even more.)

However, there is storage when one gets older. Now we buy print copies of books we know we'll want to keep forever, like Wilbur Smith's THOSE IN PAREL, his most recent and his best.

Also, there is danger: Diana Gaboldon's tomes can fall on your nose when she lets detail muddy her plot and put you to sleep.

Jude Johnson said...

Julie, your Gabaldon comment made me laugh and snork my coffee!

Mike, Most of the good stuff for us ladies lies between the ears. ;-)

Julie Eberhart Painter said...

Jude, glad you didn't need the Heimlich.

T. M. Hunter said...

Guess I'm just a weirdo, because I love reading books on my Nook. I could do without the smells and feels, and just love the convenience of reading wherever I happen to be, and whichever book I decide to pull up that day. :-)

Ciara Gold said...

That's an absolutely beautiful cover. While I love my Kindle, I still love reading from the real deal. There's something relaxing about just the rustle of pages as they turn.