Nathanael and I were on a walk one morning last winter when he said, “Do you think you would ever want something like a Kindle or a Nook?”
It was a blustery day, and not just by wimpy Southern standards, so I didn’t pick up on his unusually casual tone. I just said, “Not really. I like the way a book feels in my hands, the smell of the pages, and the satisfaction of closing the cover when I’m done.” Then I changed the subject. I couldn’t figure out why he was even asking. He knows it’s one of my pet peeves that we rely on electronic gadgets for just about everything these days. (And yes, I know how old I sound when I say that.)
A few days later he came up to me with a sheepish look on his face and said, “I’ve got a surprise for you, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.” He pulled a Kindle from behind his back and presented it to me. It was packaged up all nice and neat, and programmed already to say “Debra’s Kindle” when I turned it on. From the outside it looked like a very cool gift, but still felt a little too cold, unpersonal, and…electronic. While I loved his kind gesture, at the same time I didn’t think I’d actually ever use it.
So as not to hurt his feelings, I downloaded a free word game and played it from time to time. But mostly, the Kindle sat on a shelf and watched the real books get all the action. Until last week, when I was packing up our nice little family of eight for a two week vacation and didn’t want to take anything extra. Since I can’t survive more than a day without access to a book, I opened the Kindle and started browsing book choices.
I was surprised by the number of free books and stunned to realize how easy it is to download a new book. I went from thumbing my nose at the Kindle to feeling like a kid in the candy store in less than 30 seconds. I bought the second book in The Hunger Games trilogy for Katie, and bought “Untraceable” by S.R. Johannes for myself. It was so much fun to have new stories at my fingertips with the click of a button.
I suspect the Kindle may go back to its regular spot on the shelf when we get home because I’ll always be a library lover at heart. But should the book I want be out on loan, or the hold list too long, I’ll be more than happy to open my Kindle. It holds a new place in my heart now. In fact, I think I’m in love.