Yesterday, I succumbed. I finally bought…….a kindle. After resisting for a good year (and coming THIS close to buying a refurbished one from Big W last year), this momentus day I walked into Dick Smiths to buy an itunes card and came out with a kindle. This is what persuaded me.
I have always prided myself on being a book-loving sort. Not just any book loving sort, but the type who revels in the smell of the book and the feel of the pages. I concluded that those who read from kindles were somehow less of a book lover and weren’t worthy book worms. Add on top of this, the administration of several well-known bookstores. I felt that life was indeed becoming You’ve Got Mail and I’ve got to do my bit in standing against these supermarket-styled book giants.
In the end, it all came down to costs and storage.
Pre-1923 books are free. Sometimes you’ve just got to come to grips with the unromantic notion that money talks. I like classics. I read classics. Penguin classics cost me AUD 9.95 per copy. I easily buy 10 – 20 copies a year. Download 10 classics and there’s the price of my kindle right there. In fact, I can MAKE money off the kindle- if I buy 11 classics, it would already be the negative price of the kindle (Warped logic I know. This is called post-rationalisation).
Storage was the other factor. I recently travelled to Singapore via Jetstar. I had a15kg luggage limit – almost one third of which was taken up by the weight of books. This is not good. Particularly, when you’re a reader who switches between books depending on mood swings.
So there we have it. I am now a kindle-reading sort. So far, so good ….