I got an Amazon Kindle for Christmas.
Those of you who’ve been readers for a while know that I’m not keen to switch to ebooks. I’ve actually blogged about how in my opinion, paper books will never become obsolete. There’s nothing like picking up a book and hearing the crackle of pages, smelling the paper and glue, feeling the weight of the book.
I do like that my new Kindle is light. Pretty much lighter than most paperbacks I own. The screen really is as good as everyone says. It looks like a real book page, and I can see how it will be pretty easy on the eyes.
There are good things about the Kindle. I can carry an infinite number of books with me without having to worry about how heavy my bag gets. (And oh yes, it does get heavy fast). I can borrow and lend books with friends from faraway. I definitely see the utility in it.
However, there are drawbacks. You can’t pass down a beloved book, pages crinkled and stained, cover torn and bent to a loved one. You can’t see the stain on p.43 and remember how you were so engrossed in the book that you dropped a blob of your fat free blueberry yogurt on the page (or your ketchup covered fry… whichever).