Have I Mentioned How Much I Love My Kindle?

by Lisa Rosen on June 1, 2011

Lee took my car to get new tires over the weekend (another story, for another day).  While they were being installed, he waited, in the small, rubbery-y smelling waiting area of the tire store, reading his book.  He was one of four people in the room, three of whom were reading–on Kindles.  There wasn’t a traditional paper book to be seen.

Electronic readers are here, people, and they aren’t going away.  Paper books, on the other hand, are going away.  Perhaps not entirely–we’ll always want “souvenirs” of some reading experiences–but for the most part, serious readers have made the switch.

The key word in the above sentence is serious.  For a hard-core consumer of books, it just doesn’t make sense to keep fighting the current.  E-books are cheaper, more convenient to purchase, to carry, to store.  The market is breaking open–almost all “old-fashioned” books that come out now are also in e-format, but the reverse is not always true; plenty of books are now coming out in e-format only.

What cracks me up is when people look at my Kindle (I’m on my second one, for the record–I was an early adopter, having gotten my first one for Mother’s Day in 2008, and it is my absolute favorite piece of technology, ever) with contempt.

“Oh, no,” they’ll say.  “I could never read on one of those things.  I’m a book person.”

Um.  Hello?  Serious book person here.  Hard-core.  I love books.  I actually have a small collection of rare and antique books, none of which are particularly valuable, but all of which have great significance to me.  I have books that I’ve read so many times they’re falling apart, the spines cracked, corners dog-eared, endpages covered with my scribbled notes.  I have books on my shelves that Santa brought me when I was a little girl, next to flimsy, handbound pages that my children made for me when they were small.  The cookbooks are stained with wine, with butter, with tomato juice.  The trashy novels are stained with salt water, chlorine, and sunscreen.

I could go on.  I could point out, for instance, that there are books in every room of our house, including the bathrooms.  Or that the biggest obstacle to cleaning out the attic is the boxes and boxes of books, overflowing with everything from my graduate school textbooks, to the children’s early readers.  I could even point out that I have a PhD in literature–seriously.  I love books!

But ultimately, it’s what’s in the books that I care about the most.  The stories, the recipes, the knitting patterns, the history and adventure and travel advice and all that other stuff that I look for when I read–I get that on my Kindle, and I get it where and when I want it.  The whole world of books, at my fingertips.

It boggles the mind.

 

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