Friday, April 12, 2013
K is for Kindle
I'm not sure who's more in love with my Kindle, me or my husband. No, it isn't because he likes to borrow it. It's because over the years, our house has been overrun with books. Really. It's like a book infestation. I'm not positive, but they might be breeding at night...
Last year we redecorated our study and added two extra floor-to-ceiling bookcases thinking that finally our days of stacks of books overflowing on every surface were over. I bet I don't need to tell you how wrong we were. Just now, I counted over fifty homeless books stacked throughout the house.
Yet I can't say I'm sorry. Even though I love the 80-some-odd books on my Kindle, I still love my real books a little bit more (Don't tell my babies that I have a favorite). I love the feel of their covers; the heft in my hand; the swish of a page turning beneath my fingers.
Don't get me wrong. I'm one hundred percent sold on digital readers. I love that I can slip it into my purse and have a whole bookshelf at my fingertips, but no one is ever going to get me to give up my real books.
How about you?