Nope. I'm not talking about all the doomsday shows on the history channel this week. (I'm so over it by the way). I'm talking about something much more menacing...
The Kindle.
No really. Bear with me here.
I got a Kindle for Christmas this year. I wasn't expecting one at all and I was super stoked to play with this new toy. I mean, I almost reenacted several scenes from Lord of the Rings involving a small slimy creature and a shiny gold ring but we don't have to talk about that part.
In fact, I even managed to share it with my mom while she was home sick with Bronchitis. I let go of the electronic gadget of the gods for a solid 36 hours so that she didn't have to suffer daytime TV. And then....I got it back.
I'm still offering to share with her of course. After all, she gave me life. But I was alarmed at how much I THOUGHT about the thing while it was with her. I mean, is it possible to have a romantic entanglement with an electronic reading device?
You know what? Nevermind- please don't answer that question.
Now, I LOVE bookstores. I love the way they smell. I love the rows of books and the colorful covers. I love to go look- and sometimes buy- but they are so expensive I am fairly good at moderating my spending habits. Plus, you have to get presentable for the general public and drive all the way over there to actually look around.
Not with the Kindle.
Oh how easy it is to look up several novels at once, check the reviews, check their standing on several (cross referenced) bestseller lists and decide if this is a book I would like to purchase. Oh how easy it is to click the "One Click" ordering button that already has all of my payment information oh-so-handily stored. All of this without moving from my ever so comfortable bed. No presentable-ness required.
As of right now I am making LISTS of books I would like to purchase and am only allowing myself to order one book at a time- (unless it is one of the free ones- which is a way cool perk of the Kindle.) But I'm worried about my will power.
How long will I last before I download every indie-hippie-"I went to an all women's college, now what" fiction novel that I can find? And what about all those "teacher" books that threaten to take over my booklist? Then I have to think about the classics...the holes in my pathetic English Major repertoire. Then there are the thriller/mysteries that are my guilty pleasures. That of course leads me to conspiracy theories and books about history. Oooh ooh- historical fiction.
See! I mean- seriously. The possibilities are endless.
My brain hurts.
As will my credit card.
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