We are purchasing some Kindles for our young people to use whilst they stay with us at work, to encourage even more reading (I’ve got the kids reading crazy at the moment!) and I just can’t get my head around them.
Being brought up surrounded by books, my librarian mother had me reading before I started school. Much to my teachers disgust, I was already reading above my age and I was disruptive and awful in class because I was bored. My teachers carried on regardless sending me home with picture books, which I ignored whole-heartedly, until they gave me something more my ability.
Books were free for us at home, and these are days before Cartoon Network, Disney Channel and Nickelodeon played trash for 12 hours a day. Kids TV was from 3 to 5 on two channels. The good-old days! But the principle is the same, Mama Pigeon used books to shut me up so she could get on with things.
I love books. Somewhat obsessively. For those who read the blog often, you will have read my drool covered post about my Enid Blyton books last week, and have slightly more insight to the madness. But for those who haven’t…. I.LOVE.BOOKS.
I love them. Am in love with them. I love how they feel, I love how they look and I love how they smell.
One of my young people tried to win me over by demonstrating some bits and bobs on the Kindle yesterday. I let him do his spiel, and then gently took it from him, sniffed it, shook my head and promptly handed it back.
‘Doesn’t smell right.’
‘What?’ Was the chorus of voices I got from five 14-15 year olds, followed by a good-humoured, ‘You are so weird.’
I get the second part daily.
I just like having a book for keeps, and on a Kindle, it doesn’t feel permanent enough. It’s like having the CD, and not just the MP3.
Technology can fail you….oh no…I’m out of battery! The paperback will always win that battle! I seriously don’t like technology fail…
And can you really curl up with a Kindle? I think the nature of its plasticky-ness (It’s a word!) makes me feel it is only for reading Sci-Fi. And I think the only sci-fi novel we own is H.G Wells’ War of the Worlds.
Books crease. Books are tangible. Books are charming. Books mean you have to juggle your cup of tea and biscuit as you turn the pages.
The only benefit I can see to a Kindle is that you don’t have to take SO many books in your suitcase on holiday…. but that would be the ONLY time I’d use it. And to be fair…I’d probably just pack less shoes… you can’t walk about and read at the same time anyway….
Perhaps if they injected some sort of old book smell into them? I’d probably find them more appealing if they did that.
So that’s settled then…I don’t understand Kindles…but that is only because they don’t understand me.