Kindle-ized

I have been resisting the idea of a kindle.
Like wholeheartedly trying my best, NOT to join The Kindle Club.

Why? Because I think everytime you turn your Kindle on and download a bestseller...

a paperback cries.

I really cannot imagine myself curled up on the couch, snuggled under a blanket on a rainy day, with my coffee cup and reading a great book...on my kindle.

Wait...I don't even do that now....

lemme rephrase....

How do I hold my kindle in one hand, as I rock my fussy baby in the other in a mostly darkened room? Because thats basically how I get my reading in now.

How do I dog ear a kindle? Or use my grocery list as a book mark on a kindle? How do I instill the love of books into my children on a kindle? How do I resell my favorite but slightly worn books at 50 cents at a garage sale if they are on a Kindle?

Sigh...

Unfortunately....I believe the Kindle WILL make its way into my home. I think its the wave of the future. And the future is here. The future is Kindle...and The Nook (another version of an e-reader).

I just hope the future doesn't have glare.

...my paperbacks don't have glare. .....They also have a great book smell to them.

I bet the Kindle doesn't smell :::rolls eyes::::

I believe that Kindle-like readers will soon take the place of textbooks in schools within the next ten years, because its much more cost effective to download new versions of textbooks rather than buy new editions every few years. So that means my son and daughter will be Kindl-ized too in the near future. I don't like the idea of it.

There is a certain nostalgia associated with going into a bookstore or library to get a book. A romantacism with page-turners. A familiarity of an old treasured book you have re-read too many times to count...like having a comfortable conversation with an old friend.

I...I...I can't have a casual conversation with a...a...robot can I?

Well...this guy probably begs to differ. ...

Okay Kindle....you win..you win....eventually.

For now though... I will re-read my old, worn out copy of The Count of Monte Cristo that Ive had since the 8th grade, that I forgot to turn in at the end of the year.

And I WON'T have to squint! ....well...except I will....because I'll probably be rocking the baby in a dark room.

But I'll be squinting, because I WANT to.