No way was I buying a Kindle.
For the longest time I absolutely refused to even consider such a purchase. I was what I would call a paper purist. Books have pages. Pages are made out of paper. Books go on shelves. Books go on book cases. You buy books at book stores, or you check them out at these places called libraries.
And then there was the cost thing. A Kindle costs somewhere over $100, which to me begged the rather obvious question; Why in the hell would I pay upwards of $100 for an electronic device whose only function was to allow me to purchase (spend more money on) electronic books? Why not just spend that $100-plus dollars on actual books instead of a ‘reader’? And who has the say-so over which ancient books (books created in the year 1985 for example) get translated into electronic format? If the day comes when electronic is the only option (like cable TV is the only option now) how will we know how many books got ditched by these anonymous censors who decided that such-and-such a book was not worthy of an electronic version? And what happens to libraries?
End of discussion.
And I still don’t have a Kindle. What I do have is an iPad (first generation courtesy of my wife, the Lord of All Gadgets, who gave me her old one so she could upgrade), and from that iPad I downloaded a Kindle app. Because Kindle apps do not cost upwards of $100. Kindle apps only cost a few bucks. And magazine subscriptions that originally cost upwards of $20 per month now only cost me around $1-2 per month. I can get books for 99 cents. Entire books, man! And…and..
Now it’s true that the iPad originally cost around $700 or so, but I can do so much more on an iPad than I could ever do on a Kindle that it’s not even a fair fight. Which is how I partially explained it to myself that I’m not really being a traitor to my beliefs because, hey, I still read actual books made out of paper…right? And I never broke down and bought a Kindle (nor would I ever do such a thing I continue to insist), so my integrity is still intact. Besides, a lot of my friends made sure to inform me that they were very proud of me for having finished my novel, “The Mayonnaise Murders”, but they were old school and would wait for the paperback version before they bought it. They just assumed a paperback was coming. And it did. Just a couple weeks ago. Because the customer is always right, and I’m just trying to do what’s right here and…
I feel like a pretzel.