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My Favorite Things: My Kindle

I got a Kindle for Christmas. You're jealous, aren't you? If you're not, you should be.

I've read six books on my Kindle in the past month and not once have I missed holding a physical book in my hand. The screen is great -- no glare, no fuzziness, it's just like reading ink on paper. It's easy to learn to use, it's easy to navigate. It's actually easier to read than a book in some situations -- for example, while lying in bed, because you can prop it up with one hand and not worry about the pages flopping over. You can read it while complete covered up with a blanket, hands and all, because all you have to do is nudge a button to get to the next page. I'm sure that ease of reading while lazing in bed under the covers was not high on the list of design features that were considered in the device's manufacture, but there you go.

The most wonderful thing about the Kindle is that, with it in my hand, I will never be without something to read. Even if I finish the book I'm on, I can download another one in less than a minute (only $9.99 for new releases!). I can read newspapers, blogs, and magazines; I can surf the web. It's true that not all books are available in Kindle format, but with a current library of over 200,000 titles, I think I'll be set for a while. (My only fear is -- what happens if Amazon goes out of business? What will I do then? Perish the thought.)

So far I've read:

The Price of Butcher's Meat by Reginald Hill
The Black Tower by Louis Bayard
An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken
The Northern Clemency by Philip Hensher
The Lost King of France by Deborah Cadbury
Wish I Could Be There: Notes from a Phobic Life by Allen Shawn

...and not a single tree had to be cut down for my reading pleasure, and I don't need an ounce of extra space on my bookshelves.

Love the Kindle.


aimee said…
I admit--I am a little envious.

That sounds very cool.

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