About a month ago, my husband presented me with the new Kindle. It was not a gift, exactly. If there has ever been an issue in our marriage that might conceivably lead to divorce, it’s my treatment of books. Or rather, it’s his view of my treatment of books…
He accuses me of harboring a suppressed hatred for them, one that results in my bending their covers, dog-earing their pages, scribbling in the margins, leaving them outside, etc. I in turn argue that my abuse of books is in fact a sign of my love for them: to me, a well-worn book resembles a favorite, comfy chair.
The Kindle seemed the solution to this now 21-year conflict between us…
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AlexK // Apr 29, 2009 at 8:04 am
I loathe the Kindle. I’m a bibliophile who keeps his library alphabetized, who won’t buy books with bends, write in the margins, or crease the spine. The shape and feel of a book are also important.The Kindle destroys that experience, for me. As you note, the Kindle wants to replace books. For this reason, I have declared a jihad on it.