Wednesday, February 01, 2012
I Own A Kindle, And I Feel Dirty
I own a Kindle, and I feel dirty. Dirty like a spineless slug. Dirty like a sell out. Dirty like a book whore. Dirty like the cause of the downfall of civilized society. Here's how it happened:
We were on our way to the airport for the long trip to Hawaii, and we stopped at Best Buy because Husband wanted a Kindle. We would be doing a lot of reading on the beach, and the iPad isn't conducive for that. The screen is glossy glass and shows a lot of glare in the sun, but the Kindle's screen has the perfect texture for daylight reading. Those commercials with two people sitting by the pool, and the one reading an iPad is struggling, are accurate.
Husband chose the one he wanted and headed toward the cashier, all the while I was wandering around that part of the store touching everything like a kid in a candy store because that's how I am at Best Buy. And then Husband turned around and asked if I wanted a Kindle, too. Of course, I didn't because I had my iPad and a paperback, and I would be fine. But then I started looking at them sitting there like new toys on the display counter, and they felt nice, and I suddenly had to have one.
I chose the same one Husband chose because he knows about these things, and we walked away with Kindles. A little later, we picked Eustacia up from her dorm that is very close to the airport and went out for dinner, and then we went to another Best Buy because she needed a tripod for a photography class. As I was wandering around the store touching everything, I discovered these tactiley pleasant Kindle cases, leather like a finely bound book. Ironic, eh? We bought a brown one for me and a black one for Husband so we wouldn't confuse our Kindles, and we were off.
Before we even left the ground for Honolulu, I had charged my Kindle, set it up and downloaded books—it only takes a minute, you know. I bought Bossypants by Tina Fey and The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore by Benjamin Hale. Then I bought Wyrd Sisters by Terry Pratchett and The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.
I tapped into my archives with Amazon and downloaded the Intellectual Devotional biography edition and Pride and Prejudice just in case I might want to read it from the comfort of my cabana with a mai tai in hand. I didn't, it turns out, but I couldn't be sure ahead of time. You know, I have never read that book, but now I have it handy for some day.
At one point, I marched into the hotel room and announced how much I love my Kindle and how ashamed I felt about that. I feel disloyal to books made with paper even though I have occasionally been reading from my iPad. I also have issues with Amazon, the source of all Kindle books. Their tax situation is bothersome, as are reports of how they treat their employees. Amazon is the new Wal-Mart, as far as I can tell, shutting down smaller businesses like book stores and other retailers who struggle to compete with a monster-shop that sells cheap stuff tax free.
But, darn it, I love this Kindle. It makes me feel dirty, but I love it.
at 10:35 PM