A few days ago, I mentioned that my mom has a surprise for me this Christmas and it is something that my step-father really wants and I had no idea what it was. A few days later, it hit me.
I think I’m getting a kindle.
Why do I think this, you ask? Well, it was featured on Oprah’s Cool Crap show or Yuppie Nonsense show (or whatever she calls it) and my mom thinks I should want everything Oprah wants. (Yeah, I have no idea either. But I did love the Oprah-approved pajamas of a few years ago.) Plus, the Amazon guy was offering a discount to Oprah viewers so she would have jumped on that. And my mother knows how much I read and that books are taking over my house. And we have discussed more than a few times how bad my eyes are getting and this gadget lets you enlarge the font at will. Plus, when I first read about the kindle, my initial thought was how much my step-father would enjoy one.
Are you getting the same answer that I am when you add all that up? Carry the one. There you go.
Now, I have no idea if I’m right. Actually, I hope I’m wrong so that I really will be surprised when I open the gift. If it is the kindle, I’m going to have to act surprised. Which, on second thought, may not be too difficult because “holy crap I was right!” can look a lot like surprised if you squint your eyes just so.
But I’m still not sure how I feel about this. (I mean, if I’m right and I end up with one.) I am an avid reader, yes. But I am, even more so, a book lover. A lover of books. Adoro libros. I love everything about them. I love the crispness of the pages of a brand new book and the well-worn softness of a book read many times over. I love the bindings and the fonts and the book jackets. I like the smell of books. I like how they look sitting on the shelf. Or waiting for me on the nightstand. I love books.
That is not to say that I will shun the kindle. No, I will accept it graciously and gratefully. I will enjoy it. (If I’m right and I actually get one.) I can see the benefit of being able to carry around 200 books in one slim little device. I can appreciate the ‘green’ aspect of buying reading materials that didn’t cause the destruction of trees or the use of gasoline to transport them to me. And that whole font enlargement function may be more of a necessity sooner than I want to admit.
But, dude, I really love my books.
Denise brought up a good point the other day when we were discussing it. We are old school when it comes to reading. It isn’t enough to just read words. The enjoyment in reading is in how your body physically curls up around a good book, the texture of the cover against your fingers, the weight of the book resting on your chest, the sound the pages make when you turn them. It is a complete sensory experience.
She likened it to people who practice the nearly archaic art of writing letters, real letters, because of their love of fine pens and quality stationery. They like the feel of a perfectly weighted pen in their hand and the sound it makes as it scratches the paper. Those people cannot understand our use of email and instant messaging as means of communication though I doubt any of them would dispute the convenience of technological correspondence. They may even send the occasional email themselves but their passion lies in old school letter writing. That is what they love.
So, whether I’m right or wrong, kindle or no, I will always have my books around me. I may jump on this particular electronic gadget bandwagon but I will not abandon my bound paper ways. I will find a way to incorporate both into my life. But we will always know where my passion lies. (Of course, this entire discourse only matters if I’m right. Which I may not be.)
We are going to get a big laugh out of this post if I come back after Christmas to tell you that I got a jumbo bottle of Turtle Wax and a new chamois, which, as luck would have it, my step-father would also love. 
So what about you? Which side of this reading discussion do you come down on? Are you ready for a new technological gadget or are you unwilling to give up your hardcovers and paperbacks? Or are the backs of cereal boxes about as fancy as your reading gets? Thinking back, did you have any reservations about email? (Can we even remember a time before email?) Do you ever write letters any more? Do you wish letter writing would make a comeback? These are all things I feel I must know about you. Please share.