My relationship with e-books has been rocky at best. I loathed them for years, seeing them as the enemy. Everyone was talking about the demise of book stores and the death of the physical book. I stayed as far away from e-books as possible, putting them down every chance I got.
Then, I lost a copy of a book. I knew it would resurface, they always do. But I wanted to finish reading it. On a whim, one lazy Sunday afternoon, I flipped through my phone and enabled the Kindle app. I felt a bit dirty, honestly, wondering what the hell I was doing. Why would I, an e-book hater, be looking at the Kindle app? The one I had disabled specifically so it wouldn’t update itself anymore. But there, I was, looking at Kindle on my phone.
I challenged myself: see how it is. Keeping in mind that I’m reading on a somewhat small screen, I opened a sample of a book. I read the entire chapter in no time flat. It seems it didn’t matter what I was reading on, only that I was reading. It wasn’t bad either. My phone has a small screen, but I could read just fine. I started researching actual e-book readers. I checked one out from our public library. I liked it. Me, the girl who hated the blasted things. I liked it. So, I took the plunge and ordered a Kindle Paperwhite.
We’ll see how things go over the next thirty days. I haven’t really been able to play with it much, since it arrived here at work. But the little I’ve done hasn’t been bad. It’s easy to use. It’s easy to read on. I’ve got thirty days to decide if I like it or hate it. I’ll report back.