I’m Reading (Well, not right this very second…)

I bought myself a book. Kindle version. And I’m reading it. On a Kindle.

It’s my first time.

I know. *Sigh.* Welcome to the world of Things I’m Late For. Here is my review (of the process — I’m not through the book yet):

Device Sexiness: It’s not an iPad.

Oh, you want more? Okay. It’s a bare-bones, non-internet enabled device[1], and that’s good. It belongs to my 9-year-old son, who for NO REASON needs to hold the internet in his hand. I wish this had the backlight feature so I could read it in the dark, but apparently if I were the kind of person who goes outside to read in the sun when it’s 12 degrees, I could go out right now and have zero glare issues. But I’d be really cold[2].

Holding: I miss the pages, but not the heft of a paper book. The Kindle feels good in my hands — light, and the right size. The “page-turning” button is in a perfectly accessible place.

Visually: The book I’m reading has some graphics, and they look good. I can choose how big I want the font. I didn’t change anything from where Kid 4 had it set, and it’s great. I am fairly blind, and I didn’t have any trouble seeing words. The shift to dark gray pages at each page turn is only minimally annoying, and I hardly notice it anymore.

Convenience-wise: It slides into a bag. The battery stays charged nearly forever. It marks my page[3].

Nutshell: I love books, and paper. I will buy more Kindle books and read them, but they won’t take the place (in my heart) (or on my shelves) of the real thing just yet.

(Confession: I have purchased several e-books over the past year. I have not read any of them all the way through. My Kids have. Many. And it’s lovely to know they’re there (the books, I mean) when I’ve converted to the Digital Side.)

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[1] I can access Amazon from it (with my password, which none of my kids knows, because they don’t even know who Ju$tinTimb3rlak3 is) so I can buy more books and stuff, but it’s not a Fire or anything fancy like that.

[2] If you wonder if I’m serious, I must wonder if you know me at all. Of course I’m inside. Always. Until May.

[3] Bonus! No pesky seeking for post-it notes to use as bookmarks.