Kindle: Friend or Foe – Cuddling Up With My Kindle

I was the last person in Los Angeles to get a microwave. I only use my cell phone for outgoing calls. I forget how to access the Netflix and Hulu features on my Roku system. I don’t know how to use my husband’s food processor or my son’s GPS. I waited until 2010 to buy a battery-operated toothbrush.

But I love my Kindle. No, I mean: I really love my Kindle.

When my husband surprised me with one on my birthday, I was as ecstatic as I had been with my (up until then) all-time favorite birthday present: a Robin’s egg blue Smith Corona portable electric typewriter that I proudly carried off to college. It thrilled me with its typewriterly tapping for more than a decade.

That was way back when. This is now.

My Kindle thrills me now. I love its sleek body, its smooth graphite skin-texture, its feathery light feel in the palm of my hand. I love the handsome, engraving-like screen saver illustrations of renowned authors. And I love the newness of the experience. I can lie face down in bed with my Kindle resting on my pillow, and I love that I don’t have to worry about the pages flipping closed or losing my place. I love pushing the “button” (actually, a streamlined tab) to turn the page that’s not a page. I love choosing the font size. And I really love: ordering a book and receiving it instantly.

First on my Kindle to-read list are numerous classics that I’ve been meaning to get to for years. Now I have an immediate incentive: they’re free on Amazon. I’m currently catching up on a number of African-American history titles, including: Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl Written by Herself, by Harriet Ann Jacobs; and The Souls of Black Folk, by W.E.B. Du Bois. I’m not saying I would not have purchased these books in their regular book form, but being able to read them for free on my Kindle – and the fact that the toyishness of the Kindle makes it so much fun – led me to the experience that much quicker.

I still love regular books, and I’ll still buy them. I still want to own book-books and peruse them in the “flesh,” but I’m running out of shelves. And then there are all those trees I’ll be saving.

And I love trees even more than my Kindle.

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Laura Golden Bellotti

Laura Golden Bellotti

Writer and ghostwriter of nonfiction books, and developmental/conceptual editor, Laura Bellotti began her career as an editor at Jeremy P. Tarcher (now an imprint of Penguin), where she acquired and edited the bestselling Women Who Love Too Much. View her profile.
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