I really, really love books. A lot. I love reading them and re-reading them and smelling them and putting them on shelves where I probably fetishize them too much. Every time I go back to my mom’s house (where my stuff lives) I try to reduce the size of the pile of books I’m hanging on to. I say things like ‘don’t let the things you own own you’ and ‘the memory doesn’t go away just because the thing does’ but then I just sort of shuffle them around and end up making a list of MORE books to add to my collection. It’s a wonderful collection and a horrific fire hazard.
When e-readers first came on the scene I wasn’t much interested. Firstly, I’m not really into technology. The fact that I am typing this and getting it out to you now is miracle enough for me. I can work a digital camera and an iPod and beyond that I’m not really interested in being in touch with the latest and greatest gadget invention.
But every time another friend showed up with a new e-reader and raved about it, I couldn’t help but be intrigued. I felt like I was betraying books, libraries and the paper industry just by thinking the very thought, but I also realized that there were some perks to a digital book. We travel a lot, and a Kindle is small. We move overseas for bits of time, and bringing books takes up space. The environment is in tatters and books are made of paper which are the corpses of trees and an e-reader doesn’t use paper.
On Mother’s Day this year Dave did the deciding for me (isn’t it so much easier that way?!) and bought me a Kindle. I tore it from it’s box with the fervor of a toddler on Christmas morning, all the while whispering to my books ‘don’t look at this, pay no mind, I’ll always love you most, she’s just a whore!’ I plugged it in and turned it on and VOILE, I’m hooked. I bought a pretty sleeve to keep it in and I bring it with me everywhere.
Don’t you worry, the promise I made to my books will be kept. Our baby will learn the love of books both real and electronic. My collection of literary and academic book treasures will not become fuel for a bonfire. But the Kindle will be my companion when I fly. Or breastfeed. Or read laying on my back.
Now that you’re picturing me breastfeeding while lying on my back reading my Kindle, tell me: do you think an e-reader for you?