Love Again

I really love books. I mean, I REALLY LOVE BOOKS. When I move, the very first priority is a library card. It is actually a higher priority than getting Internet. Seriously. Books are serious business in our family. Three of the four of us are major bookworms; and there is lots of time for the fourth, as he is not yet reading.

So, when my dad shared the news that he had ordered a Kindle and was very excited about it's imminent arrival, I listened with keenly tuned ears. Dad was very happy. Mom is using it. In fact, this week on the phone she said, "He is reading on the Kindle right now. I am reading a real book. He left his book at work and can't wait three days to find out what happens."

So, you see, I come by my passion honestly.

And now, an early Christmas present arrived in the mail. Of course (model of restraint that I am not) it was opened on arrival. None of this wait until Christmas for me; especially when the giver already told us what was coming.

A Kindle of our own. Although, it is named Emily's Kindle right now. LK noticed that right away and pointed it out with a smirk on his face. He knew before I even opened it that this would be love at first sight.

What is not to love. Access to sooooo many books. That gives me the kind of chills that amazing shoes do. Books and shoes... my Achilles heels (stilettos, of course). And it's all tech. I do love me some tech, especially the kind that lets me carry a good story anywhere.

I was skeptical for a long time. I felt that there really wasn't anything like curling up with a book. The feel of the pages in your hands. The faint smell of ink. The sound of paper against fingers with each turn. The thrill of opening the cover for the first time. Mmmmm.

But, with the library an eighty minutes drive (now that the snow is here), and the closest Chapters more than three hours away. Well, the lure of new titles in my hands in under a minute (last night's download time). What can I say. I love efficiency too.

So, I am officially a Kindle fan. Gift certificates, anyone?