Kindle, my kindle

There’s something to be said about having a Kindle.  I resisted for a long time getting one for myself.  But the last few days, I decided I needed a Kindle.  Why? You say.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love the feel and substance of a book between my hands.  I like poring over them, going from page to page, maybe looking towards the back or skimming the table of contents.  I like the heft of a book, something that tells a person that I’m serious about reading it – especially those voluminous novels by Ann Radcliffe.

However, space is getting a bit cramped in my home.  I have several bookcases, and the most recent one has already gotten most of its real estate taken.  I admit, not all those books belong to me.  However, in the future, I may have to really cut back on buying my books, even if they are from second hand booksellers.  It’s just a bit of a practicality.

So I got my Kindle yesterday.  It seems surprisingly smaller than I had imagined it to be.  And, it is black (it could have been white, but I got the black).  It has ads on it (cheaper version) but what I do is turn it over when not in use so the ads don’t show.  I don’t mind the ads.  I went to check out some ebooks from the library.  Turns out that our town does support the Kindle and I can easily borrow or put a book on hold using my Kindle.  I downloaded two books already, one is Wuthering Heights, and the other is the Biography of Dorothy Day.

It’s really convenient is unexpected ways.  For example, as I recline to read my book (the paper version) my two cats decide to take turns sitting on my lap.  They tend to rub their faces against my book, and then sometimes they get overcome by the experience that they want to bite my book.  And, usually, my books are biggish.  So that means the cats really have to contend with the book.  I sometimes hold my book afar so that I can still sneak a read while petting whatever cat I have on my lap at the time. I know, I really feel guilty about this.  I ought to stop reading, right? And put my focus on my cats.  But there are days when that isn’t possible.  Assignments are needed to be read, and papers are due.

With the Kindle, I find that its small size is just right.  I hold it in one hand and the pet settles on my lap happily enjoying cozy time with Mom.

Now that I read what I wrote, I figure maybe Kindles aren’t known to be cat friendly.  Only cat owners would know this. What’s the secret word?  Cats like it when Mom is not so obviously buried in a book.  Plus, the Kindle doesn’t look at all like a book, and they figure it’s just another piece of furniture, or something miniature they can ignore.

I suppose I could post this in my Amazon review. How many stars? I’d say 5.  I am so enamored of my Kindle.  I plan to download zillions of books in it.  I relish the lazy afternoons when I can settle back with it outside in the backyard, sipping an umbrella-ed drink, and get into the classics, or even a textbook for my MFA class.

And, that’s also a good thing.  For class, I have spent a small chunk of money for textbooks.  I haven’t looked into this yet, but I would bet good money that Kindle supports the books that I will be reading for my coursework.  Another win!

Well, I appreciate your attention.  Call me the latecomer in the Kindle appreciation family.  Enjoy your pina colada!