After considering the purchase for well over a year (and repeatedly talking myself out of it), I finally got a KindleTM. And yes, I love it so very much … just like anybody in her right state of mind.
The main reason for the prolonged self-denial is that I don’t spend money on books although my consumption is probably 3 a month. I’ve always used the public library or my university library with its 5 million volumes (which they conveniently store, catalogue, and dust for me). So, reading has always been an ultra cheap hobby. Until now.
Now I must feed my little e-reader. And the marketing wizards at Amazon.com make that so very easy. But …… I figure I’ve saved roughly 3.8 million dollars in reading costs over my lifetime. I only wish I could come up with an even better rationale in which I convince myself I’m actually saving money.
Wait! Here’s another justification! And the entire point of this post. I'll never run out of reading material on the road. This is comforting. My biggest fear is being stuck somewhere with nothing to read. (This has only happened to me once in my 20s due to a drunken unplanned stay in a hotel room).
But like any lurking terror – tsunamis, religious zealots, tax audits, and rabid skumk encounters – it could happen again. Even with the Kindle. I could a) leave it behind, b) drop it on its head, or c) mistake it for a coaster.
Though still haunted by the possibility of being stranded, I can now carry up to 3,500 books for the weight of a piece of toast.