Like the opposite of a bucket list, I’ve amassed a list of things I’ll never do, such as getting regular manicures and scrapbooking.
Those two resolutions were violated long ago; they’re both just too much fun. And not at all silly, or self indulgent, as I initially thought.
Both are necessary activities, albeit for very different reasons. One is in the interest of organization, order, and even the education of future generations.
The other just feels good…also necessary.
However, owning or even using a Kindle was not an issue; I’m a card-carrying book person.
Half the pleasure of reading has been the way the book feels, and while I wouldn’t tell a lot of people, even the way it smells.
New books have a feel of their own, and old books have a smell of their own, and those things are part of the experience.
And then there’s the cup of hot tea and the cozy throw blanket that go with, regardless of the season. And of course, my dog, Paco.
It’s a ritual. It’s a routine. It’s a reward.
But I was given a Kindle for my birthday and told I would love using it. (I’m apparently at the age when my family tells me what I would love to do).
I agreed to try it and did so, as soon as I figured out the technological stuff like turning it on and going backwards and forwards. (It’s not as easy as it sounds, trust me).
And being fair and objective and honest…using the Kindle wasn’t as bad as having a mammogram.
First of all, how can a Harlan Coban mystery novel be bad in any form?
And second of all, it is…efficient. That’s what it is, it’s efficient.
You want to read a book, and only read a book without any of the aesthetic pleasures that go with that experience? Then get a Kindle.
You’ll read a book. You’ll absorb the information. You’ll know ‘who done it.’
But holding a Kindle in one hand and a cup of tea in the other is not the same as reading a book, no how, no way.
Of course, it doesn’t physically feel like a body part is being pressed between two cinder blocks that fell from 50 feet. But, there’s nothing cozy about a Kindle.
The only advantage to a Kindle is you actually can hold it comfortably in the hand that’s not on the manicure table. Then, when you scrapbook, your fingers look as pretty as the pages.