I take very slowly to fads- generally assuming that they'll go out of style soon, and it was better the way that it was anyway, and so I hold out until, at the exact moment that the trend does go out of style (and therefore on sale), I cave. Fashion I can resist, bargains I cannot.
It's the Amish in me.
And so I find myself in turmoil over the Kindle.
But this isn't just a in-style or out-of style point of tension. No, this is a deep-rooted ethical resistance.
The Kindle is going to change reading as we know it forever.
I love this description of G.K.Chesterton's approach to books:
Reading a book was for Chesterton rather a physical than an intellectual act. Father John O'Conner . . . said that when Chesterton read a book "he turned it inside out, dog-eared it, pencilled it, sat on it, took it to bed and rolled on it, and got up again and spilled tea on it- if he were sufficiently interested. (Alberto Manguel)
This is how I read. I need to hold a book in my hands, bend the pages, underline, write notes in the margins. And most importantly, I want to pass books on to my friends. I love sharing my favorite books, it is a good enough reason to purchase them.
My dad loves to read, and he and I have always traded books. Until this year. This year, he got a Kindle.
Most recently he read Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest and Cutting for Stone but can I borrow them? Nope they're on his Kindle.
This is where I become jealous and irritated and begin to mutter something about books in the hands of the people . ..
This week I began to pack our books to get ready to move them.
For the fifth time.
Most of these books I haven't looked at, other than to pack them into and then out of a box five times.
We'll need to find a place to store all of these books.
Do I wish I had a Kindle?
Thus, my ambivalence.