This wasn't, as you can imagine, the most exhilarating mental jaunt I've ever taken and I remember having much more fun when I was twelve wondering just what girls did in the loo at break time. Normally I'd have left this sad little imagining to fade into the fuzz of half conceived not quite stuff that I discard by the megaton. I clearly haven't done that and now you get a dose of it to. No doubt you're wanting a damned good reason why. The point's a simple one. I think blind people are the purples, their choice of reading material is severely limited when compared to that of sighted people, and blind people do not even decide what books are converted into a format that they can access, it's done for them by those who've already had a chance to read the books. To cap it all, when a book is available in an alternative format, perhaps on CD, it costs more than the original hardcopy.
The question I'd ask is this. What would happen if people found a way to link your ability to read a book to some other characteristic, not eye, but skin colour? It's not so far fetched, it's already been done through the systematic denial of access to education for countless numbers of people because they're black.
Because you're blind you'll suffer the systematic denial of access not only to books, but to the decisions about what books are, and are not, culturally valued. Think about it. It's mid October and the Booker Prize is upon us again. At the end of it one of the nominated authors is going to suffer the acclaim of the literary world, receive a hefty wad and then become even richer as their mediocre tome sells enough copies to cover the middle classes' coffee tables twice over, but you've not even had the choice about whether you should give a damn.