It’s time to come clean.
I’ve been fooling you all for a while. Well, not so much fooling you, as just not ‘fessing up.
I am now, officially, a converted lover of e-readers. Not just any e-reader, oh no, the Kindle Paperwhite. It…is…awesome. It is 1NTERESTOMG*.
And it really is. I started my conversion quietly, with the Kindle app on a cheap Android tablet. I thought I really needed to start looking into ebooks, despite my well-covered natural aversion to them. I thought that would be a cheap way to at least find out what it was like reading ebooks. I thought “They’ll never replace “real” books, they don’t smell right.”
Then I started reading. And reading, and reading, and reading. It quickly became clear that I actually quite liked reading ebooks. And that I may as well give in and just buy a goddamn Kindle from the evil empire.
So here’s what I’ve learned:
- Ebooks can replace real books, even though they don’t smell right. But they feel great. My Kindle screen (and it’s a touchscreen) feels so good to the fingertips that I sometimes switch it off just so I can run my fingers over it. This is akin to the way I often smell books in book stores. Don’t judge.
- Reading ebooks is like discovering reading for the first time. I specifically remember exactly when I discovered how to read in my head (instead of reading out loud) and how it felt to go into my own little world of reading for the first time. I don’t know why but reading ebooks was like that. It’s a different experience but it’s JUST AS GOOD. Now I have two ways of reading! Hoorah!
- Maybe I’m missing something but I really miss having a description for each book. I spend a ridiculous amount of time deciding what to read next, and I’m guided by a precise but totally undefinable combination of “That sounds interesting”, “That’s what I feel like reading”, “That’s what I need to review next” and “That starts with P and purple starts with P and purple is my favourite colour, but maybe I’ll read this instead”. That sort of approach really needs all available information at all times. Am I being Kindle-clueless? Please let me know.
I’m not giving up books made of ink and paper and wood and glue and silverfish and bits of food and weird smells. The sound of a book being cracked open for the first time is simply something I’m not willing to let go. I’m just catching up with the future.
*My new favourite term coined just this week in a Facebook message from a delightful NZ author who shall remain nameless.