I’ve been contemplating getting a Kindle. A couple of months ago I wouldn’t have been thinking much about it but a few friends have them and are giving very happy reviews. I’ve been reading ebooks on my iPhone at night and I really like not having to prop book pages open, and the one-tap page turning is awfully nice. I’m also struggling with my overstretched library system where it can take over a year to get a book you’ve put on hold. I’m 240th in line to get The Omnivore’s Dilemma, 852nd for Twilight, 239rd for Anathem. I put Getting Things Done on hold back in the summer and it didn’t arrive until two weeks ago when I was (ha ha) too busy to get to the library to pick it up. Even when the library has fifty copies of a book being passed around town it can be an unbearably long wait. And yet I don’t want to buy books because I have too much stuff in my house already. The Kindle offers shopping right from the device, near instant downloading. Clearly I’m willing to invest some money for to make my nightly reading ritual a whole lot more convenient.
The thing that got me really thinking about it happened just this week. I live near a sweet little neighborhood in Seattle but it acts like a small town and everything closes early which means there is no chance you can, say, find a YA book to buy to console yourself when you’re coming down with a cold and know you’ll be up late with a box of tissues and some pity. The Kindle sounded really great right at that moment.
The more I read about it the more I’m tempted. You can read blogs, get newspapers, read sample chapters of books before you buy. You don’t need to synch the device or be near a wi-fi hotspot, you just charge the battery when you need to and everything else is taken care of without monthly fees of any sort. But, even with all this I simply can’t justify it yet, so I’ll just look longingly from over here.