Did I tell you I got an Amazon Kindle? I don’t think I did. I can tell you without reservation that I love it. I worried — I thought it would be too bulky (it’s not), or too first-generation (I don’t think so). I know that’s it’s too expensive, but it was my post-fire overtime-money splurge, and at no other time would we have been able to afford it, so I got one. I’m an early adopter, you know. Love to adopt early and often.
For those three of you who don’t know what a Kindle is — it’s an electronic reader. What I love about it is this: say you’re flipping through People magazine (Yes, People. If you read People and The New Yorker every week, you can speak to anyone at any party. And People’s book reviews are better than TNY, I swear), and say you see a book you want to read. You can either roll to your computer and send it to your Kindle and be reading it around thirty seconds, or you can go online wirelessly (for no charge) to search for and buy the book. That’s the kind of instant gratification I’ve been looking for for YEARS. You can even use it to go online, for free, no internet charge of any kind. But honestly, I haven’t really used it for that. It’s dial-up slow and black and white. What I love about it is always having a choice of reading in my purse. I’m a five book at a time kinda gal, and that gets heavy.
I’ve read four or five books now on the Kindle, and it’s awesome, particularly for knitters. No pages to fly open! Prop it up on your knee or make the font bigger and prop it a little further away, on the table, and you’ve got knitting nirvana. Sure, you have to punch the button to turn the page, but you’d have to turn the page anyway, right? It’s easy to read, low-glare, and I adore it. Seems somehow easier to read in bed (I lie on my side), also.
Reading now: The Lace Reader, Brunonia Barry (link to right). Lovely book so far. Echoes of Alice Hoffman, with an earthier feel. It’s feather-light on the romance — I’m enjoying watching which direction it will go. Also, the lace references are just made for us fiber-folk.
Read last: Garden Spells, Sarah Addison Allen. Oh, TRES Alice Hoffman. I’ll have to watch my own writing to keep magical-realism that I’ve been absorbing at bay. This is the younger, frothier, frappuccino niece of Practical Magic. Sister witches, a run from a bad man, finally using the power for good. But for all I raised my eyebrows at the similarities and its silliness, I kept reading, and I ended up liking it. I bought into the apple tree that threw its apples at people. Light and sweet.
Reading next: Who knows? Could be anything! (But will probably be Haruki Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. Love his writing, and REALLY need to get back into running.)
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