I was fortunate to receive a Kindle for my birthday.
I am not what you’d call an ‘early adopter.’ I like the bugs to get worked out before jumping in. And I admit to being openly disdainful of e-readers in general. What’s the point? What makes book so hard to use that you need a gadget? I’m sick of looking at glowing screens anyway. I’ll refute my objections in reverse order:
The Kindle doesn’t have a glowing screen. It has paper. Magic paper. It feels like reading a book.
Books aren’t hard to read. But it’s mighty nice to be able to comfortably hold the thing in one hand. That’s mostly a convenience, except for when the subway driver slams on the brakes just as you go to turn the page. Then it’s a safety feature. It’s also pretty handy when you need to stir tomato soup.
What won me over was the Kindle’s excellence at standard book stuff - readability, portability, reliability (I really hope I didn’t just jinx it…). You can loan books to friends. Soon you’ll be able to check out Kindle books from your public library. And the dictionary is mighty handy. One quantum leap over paper books is the access it gives one to other titles.
I may only read one book at a time, but my wife was able to borrow it one evening and grab a book from the store - magically, through the air - and get to reading. Happy wife = happy me. And when she needs to run into a store, I can keep the kids entertained by reading them stories aloud. Right now we’re wending our way through Aesop’s fables. Brothers Grimm are next, that should be good for some nightmares.
When one considers the fact that Project Gutenberg has kajillions of classic title available for free, the Kindle starts to look pretty dern good.
So I, Adam Renn Olenn, e-reader disdainer, now have a Kindle. And I’m wild about it.