My pal Spike has gotten me back on my obsessive reading track. Okay, I give Twilight and my SIL half the credit, but Spike gets the other half. I’ve read more books so far this year than in any recent year in memory. I get on series kicks and such, but the last few years, I haven’t been able to just throw myself into books at all.
I think part of why the Kindle 2 has kickstarted my reading engine again is the fact that I can listen to books at work. But I would never, in a hundred years, pay $30 for an audiobook, even if Kindle’s text-to-speech didn’t exist. I’d buy the book and it would sit there on the shelf, waiting for me to read it.
Of the thirty-two books I’ve read so far this year (and yes, some of those are re-reads), eleven were paper books: Let the Right One In, the Twilights (each read twice in paper form and twice on Kindle), Dracula, and The Host. The rest have been downloads.
I also have six currently in progress, and having the Kindle means that I don’t have to find my place every time (I always lose bookmarks), and my nightstand isn’t stacked shoulder-high with books!
So in case I haven’t mentioned it a billion times, I love love love my Kindle.