This is my Kindle. It is light weight, I can hold it in one hand, the texts have a background light, so what could be better. I like to read, I do not smell my Kindle because I only want to read one of the 140 books I have uploaded onto my Kindle and not inhale aromas. I do not want to feel my Kindle like some sort of living thing. All I want to do is open it and read. I do not even have to turn pages to find where I finished reading the last time I had it in my hand, which is usually not longer then a day. I do not have to turn down corners on my Kindle to discover where I stopped reading and definitely do not have a book mark protruding from the pages. Of couse I mark the page where I stopped reading with an electronic sign, no problem and if I have not read my book further in my Kindle due to some sort of interruption, I easily find the page again where I stopped reading. So why make a state’s affair about reading on a Kindle.
This is a book: actually two books, the two volumes of The Outline of History by H.G.Wells which I inherited from my grandfather. We were not a rich family and the book appeared originally in 1919 in the shape of 24 fortnightly instalments, to be followed up by two complete volumes in 1920. It made quite an impact on the history world when it originally appeared and although I never actually saw grandad reading a book, he had the habit of collecting them. I have even been known to hold this weighty object in my hand giving me muscle pains and reading it. Of course I could have taken the example of a normal book, a series,
This is “Edge of Eternity” by Ken Follet, part three of a trilogy dealing with modern day history from the 20th century. It is mixed with a story, so not on the lines of H.G.Wells epic work, but it is a book. I read all parts of the trilogy, part 1 and 2 were uploaded to my comfortable Kindle within a few seconds. I wanted to read the third part and my No. 2 son gave it to me as a Christmas present. I was thrilled and read it immediately. Yes it was a heavy load to hold and I had to switch the light on in the evening to actually be able to see the words. Otherwise my Kindle supplies its own light.
I am a reader, I admit, and bury my nose in books daily.
I have now got to the point where I no longer buy books, no longer have room for them on my 6 bookshelves in the cellar or the big bookshelf in the living room. My Kindle rests on a shelf inconspicuously. You would not even know it was there unless you needed it.
To summarise, I am absolutely fed up with people almost having pity on me because I no longer feel or hold a book with is 3-500 pages of words. I no longer sniff at a book to fill my nose with the aromas of old and ancient, and who knows where those books have been hiding over the years or who has been touching them with unwashed hands. I am bored with being reduced to an ignorant person who does not appreciate the assembly of paper, carboard and perhaps even gilded letters, showing “book”. I am happy with my lightweight, odourless, clean Kindle where I can upload books at a reasonable price within seconds. Spare me your wisdom about the living book and I am sure some of them are alive, according to where they have been kept. I grew up with books, had no choice, they smelt I can tell you.
I now have my little Kindle tucked away on the bedside table or perhaps in a small space. It goes with me wherever I go and when the book is finished, thanks to 3g or Wireless I can upload a new book, even in the depths of Antartica. Keep your praise for a real book to yourself and may you enjoy every page turn, I just touch my page on the Kindle and it flips to the next one and above all I can still bury my nose in it and it does not smell.