We can still be friends but I don’t want to feel that I’m
tied to you.
That was not an easy thing to say, especially as I was
talking to my Kindle. I thought this was going to be a lasting relationship but
somehow things haven’t quite worked out between us. I know all the points in
favour of my Kindle.
- I can take a whole pile of books on holiday with me and I don’t have to pay any excess baggage costs.
- I can open it up and there is the last page that I read, no risk of the bookmark sliding onto the floor leaving me growling with frustration.
- I can buy and start reading a new book at any time day or night, instantly.
- I can make the print larger when I’m feeling tired and the world is blurring before my eyes.
- I can tag good bits.
- I can search for specific words…
...but it’s not a book!
Two days ago, when the frost was thick on the ground and I
couldn’t face going out, I ordered some books from Amazon. They arrived this
morning. They’re on the settee next to me as I type this and I keep glancing at them.
I can’t wait to open them and start reading. I’ve missed a shiny front cover. I’ve
missed flicking through the pages. I’ve
missed being able to sniff the paper… [Did I really admit to that in public?
Whoops!]
So I’m sorry, little red Kindle. [Yes, I even treated it to
a flashy leather jacket.] I may still take you out occasionally because I quite
like you, but it’s books that I really love and I guess I always will.
This is my 200th post.
Just thought I’d mention it. Hurray! J
