Do you remember when a book changed your life? That "a-ha!" moment when you realized reading was fun? I have distinct memories of dangling half on and half off our Brady Bunchesque couch, fervently devouring Judy Blume's Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret. Upon finishing it I knew I'd be a book lover for the rest of my life.
A few years later I discovered Margaret Mitchell's love song to the south, the glorious Gone With the Wind. Please take me seriously when I express what this book means to me...it was like a whisper beckoning this soul to a home I'd never seen. Margaret Mitchell has always been one of my heroes--and of course, she's from Georgia, so 'nuff said.
Five years ago my dear friend, Suzanne, begged me to read three novels by an author of Christian fiction. Let me stress...I do not do Christian fiction. It's usually trite, poorly written, and frankly, rather boring. (I mean this in the lovingest way possible.) Suzanne knew that I read and enjoyed the works of Frank Peretti (one of my few Christian fiction exceptions to the rule!), so she convinced me to read Francine Rivers' Mark of the Lion trilogy, beginning with A Voice in the Wind. I read it. I read all three in the series. In three days. Half a decade later and I'm still rereading these brilliantly written works. I. Love. Them.
By now we all know how I feel about this book, and its three sequels. And let me take a quick moment to throw love toward all you gals who have trusted me (and Heather, and Tiffany!) enough to give these books a go. I'd link all of your names here, but that would take forever. Just know that I adore all of you and I'm glad you're a part of my Twilight Love Fest! (Obsession, addiction, whatever...)
I love books, obviously. I'd rather read than watch television...unless Lost is on, of course. Reading in the tub is my favorite way to relax, but I'm usually found curled up in bed, surrounded by pillows, using my Itty Bitty Book Light so as not to disturb Scott's slumber. It makes me very happy.
So...here's where I'm going with all this...finally! Amazon's newest techno offering is the Kindle, an e-book reader for electronic books. I can't even begin to explain Kindle fully, so read Wikipedia's take on it here. It's not a cheap start-up system, but once you have the actual handheld device you are then enabled to upload e-books, which are cheaper than what's sold on the shelf in stores. In this age of laptops, iPods, Blackberries, PDAs and the like, Kindle is the new generation of indulging a book lover's passion.
It appears to be a very "me" type thing. Hundreds of books stored on one little device, at my disposal? A dream come true! Kindle, I must have you.
But...what if I dropped it in the bathtub bubbles? What if Kindle didn't feel warm and cozy while snuggling with me in my bed cocoon each night? What if I couldn't use my little custom-made name stamp in which I ink my identity into each novel I own?
Kindle...maybe we weren't meant to be. Or maybe I should give you a chance. Would you enhance my fervor for reading, or hinder it? Do I need yet another electronic doodad in my life? Will actual books go the way of the dinosaur? I shudder to think!
Many questions, yet no answers. Help me, y'all. Do any of you have an Amazon Kindle? How's it working out for ya? Please lead me in the direction of blessed assurance...I want to do the proper thing when it comes to making a decision. As of now, I'm utterly clueless.
I need to go read now...