I got a Kindle for Christmas (technically, I got gift cards for Christmas that I then used on a Kindle). This was, of course, very exciting for several reasons. One, I’m a nerd. Two, I like to read. And three, I’ve been wanting to get one for a while now for ministry related books – they’re a lot cheaper in digital form.
Yes, I like reading fiction as well, and have really enjoyed ripping through books on my Kindle app on my iPhone, but some how it doesn’t work as well for me when it’s books of substance.
Anyway, all that to say that I have been loving my Kindle. I’m reading through Blue Like Jazz at the moment – previewing the film ahead of it’s April’s release date reawakened my interest in it (it’s been a long time since I read it). I wanted to remember it all before the film comes out – I’d like to go with a group and be ready to discuss it all after.
But back to my subject line: my Kindle lasted 48 hours.
Micah discovered it. He started reading The Wizard of Oz and couldn’t put it down.
This is both tragic and awesome all at once. I loved the Oz series when I was his age; Frank L. Baum wrote 14 books in the series a hundred years ago. Literally a hundred years ago – I wasn’t just saying that. After he died other authors continued the series with a bunch more books. All of which I started reading when I was ten. It took me a couple years to rip through all of them (and then I read them all again). So it was fun to see him being captivated by the story – and he was even more excited to find out there was a ton more books (and I was excited to find out they’re all free on Kindle). So what’s the tragic part?
I had my Kindle to myself for 48 hours. And now Micah loves it. And I can’t discourage him from reading, right?