The very first time I saw a Kindle was in my niece Shannon’s hand when I visited my sister in new Jersey a couple of years ago. She’d never been a big reader, but when she was laid up after surgery, someone gave her a Kindle, and she fell madly in love. She’s read literally hundreds of books since that day.
I, on the other hand, sniffed and remarked there is nothing like holding a ‘BOOK’ in one’s hand to appreciate what the author has to offer. Think of all the writers through time who held a pen in hand, parchment in front of them, and wrote. Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, F. Scott Fitzgerald, wonderful writers who offered ‘BOOKS’ for the pleasure of readers. Agatha Christie, Sir Arthur Conon Doyle, John Grisham, and Erma Bombeck. They wrote BOOKS.
I have bookcases full of my BOOKS. Some treasured classics, some soppy love stories. I was very proud of my collection. It showed I loved BOOKS.
Then last year, out of the blue, I bought a Kindle. I don’t know why. The urge overtook me, and there I was, online, pushing “confirm” on Amazon to buy a Kindle. I shrugged. Simply another way to read. Nothing wonderful or amazing, just different
I am now a Kindle fanatic. I’ve bought so many books on Amazon, they’re probably preparing to issue me an award. When my first Kindle broke, they sent me another one—free. I’m surprised it wasn’t delivered to my front door by the president of Amazon.
Now, if someone mentions a book, the first words out of my mouth are: Is it an e-book? If not, I wave my hand in dismissal and click the “awake” button on the bottom of my Kindle. My one caveat—my writing and research books. They must be BOOKS. Shhh. Don’t tell Amazon.
What about you? Print or e-book? Do you have a preference? I’d love to hear your thoughts.