I admit it, I’m slow to embrace change. While I use my cell phone every day, it’s about 4 years old and I don’t have a media plan. I have a laptop, but I’ve only had it for the past year and a half. I understand the use of various applications for both devices, and, should the need arise and the budget permit, would probably use them more frequently and with greater versatility than that with which I currently employ them.
However, if you told me today that I had just won a Nook (or eReader or Kindle, you get the idea), I’d accept it… and then consider the fastest way to unload it on the nearest eager recipient.
I know you’re probably thinking, “Poor, misguided woman. If only she understood the joys of owning an eBook reader, she’d have her bookish nose in it right this instant.” Stop there.
Right there… perfect example of why this would never work for me. I can stick my nose in a book. I’m a bookish woman. I couldn’t stick my nose in a Kindle or a Nook without needing a screen wipe afterwards. I can’t see myself being described as “ebookish” — I don’t roll that way.
I know plenty of book nuts like me who can’t walk past a bookstore without having to fight a visceral urge to go hunting up and down its aisles. Unlike me, many of these same book nut friends own, and swear by, their eReaders.
“Kim,” they tell me, “it’s a life-changing experience. Once you have it, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it.” The same could be said for certain infectious diseases, but I’m not going out of my way to get one of those, either.
Read the rest of my argument here. Blessed be the readers, and, boy, can they be divided.