Carl Gaines of Musings of the Crabby Shy/Wild bought a Kindle a few months back and he’s dealing with the strange emotions that have sprung up from his transition to electronic books:
I was returning from visiting my family in Virginia and waiting for my connecting train in the crowded waiting area. Two older women sat beside me, in thick cable knit sweaters and glasses, books open. When I brought out my Kindle and started reading, the whispering began. From the corner of my eye I could see them pointing, gesturing. (link)
Caught in the act of reading on a Kindle he realized how much shame was wrapped up with the device for him. I think his tale is a common one. I hear people’s disapproval of electronic reading devices all the time, I don’t really understand why.
I’m really enjoying my Kindle nowadays, it’s convenient, compact, easy to use and has proven indispensable. I’ve replaced the time I usually spend reading long articles/blog posts on a computer screen with a nightly ritual of reading those same texts on the device after I email them to the gadget throughout the day.
I am–more often than not–multitasking when I surf the internet on my computers and the Kindle offers me a perfect solution to the frustration I feel trying to read online. Sadly, clicking on hyperlinks or viewing color images hasn’t been solved for Kindle users but it’s a small sacrifice for a leisurely reading experience.