Of my first ebook, I loved how I wanted, purchased, and started reading immediately. I bought Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi the same day. (By the time the novel wound through my neighborhood, I had finished Women.) During lunch, I indulged three times in my cubicle. They say three makes a pattern, so I guess I’m ereading now. I love that ebooks don’t add extra weight to my bag. I don’t have to remember to stick them in my purse. And yet, I’m sad I can’t bend pages, return to dog-ears. It hadn’t occurred to me that I would miss feeling what I have finished in my left hand and what I have to look forward to in my right.
Once my soul sister showed me her copy of Women over our to-do list for the summer weekend, green moonstones, and little whiskey drinks with burnt lime. We leaned forward, meeting in the middle of her high-top table against the window, to gaze at the worn copy, how it showed her reading journeys. “I think I folded every page in that book,” she said and restates.
Remembering that, I copy, paste, and email her a paragraph about “wallowing” as I finish it:
“I get drunk and high like in high school. I smoke weed out of a can, I drink wine out of a box. I used to be more hardcore in my self-destruction, but I am back to basics now. I develop a nap habit for the first time in my life. I’m a proper hedonist. I do most things I can without getting out of bed. I buy one dollar pizza from 7-Eleven where the guy tells me it is two dollars for two slices. I hide the pizza in my purse while I walk home because no one wants to be friends with someone who eats 7-Eleven pizza.” Today In Books Newsletter Sign up to Today In Books to receive daily news and miscellany from the world of books. Thank you for signing up! Keep an eye on your inbox. By signing up you agree to our terms of use
I love the the repetition of I. She loves the purse-pizza.
I finish the autobiographical novella in one week. A juggler of books, its companions, Behold the Dreamers by Imbolo Mbue and Always and Forever, Lara Jean by Jenny Han, stay close to my nightstand. Sometimes I carry them to the living room, but Women I read while I slurp instant soup and shovel leftover Chinese takeout under fluorescent lights on weekdays, before and after I edit my manuscript on weeknights and weekends. It’s not that I prefer this book over the others. Behold the Dreamers I want to savor. Three nights in a row, I stay up late to finish Always and Forever, Lara Jean. Having Women on two laptops makes it accessible on a whim.
In an interview with Paige Cohen for Lambda Literary, Caldwell says, “I think it’s so magical when you find some new kind of art, and once you start opening your eyes to it, you start seeing it everywhere.” Yes. Already, I’m reading my second ebook, another Emily Books title, My Body Is a Book of Rules by Elissa Washuta. By the way, glee did replace my confusion.
