I’m not a fan of kindle. Or at least I wasn’t. The main problem was that I’m terrible about recharging all my electronics and consequently the kindle is always dying at the most inopportune moments. Plus, it’s heavy and my wrist gets tired of holding it. (Yes, I’m a whiner.)
My other complaint is that I can never remember the name of the book or the writer I’m currently reading because I never see it.
“Oh, I’m reading this awesome book right now.”
“Really? What’s it called?”
“Uh, Um, I think it’s….actually I can’t remember, but I’m at, like, 68%!”
I just turn on the kindle and it opens to the page I’m reading, super convenient, no bookmark needed, but because there isn’t that daily imprint of seeing the cover art and the author’s name, I can’t seem to retain that information. (I’ve decided my memory is at capacity, but that’s the subject of another post.)
This morning I had a minute and I scooted over to goodreads to review the book I just finished last night (which I loved). I wanted to leave a good review and send a message to the writer thanking her for her story., but I couldn’t remember the name of the book or the author. My kindle was still on my nightstand (its battery slowly dying). The only way to get to my bedroom from my office requires that I pass by the puppy room (where all 12 of my foster pups were sleeping and quiet after a morning of poop games and three major cleanups).
There is no way to sneak by that room. There is always at least one pup still up, pressed against the fence closest to the door, standing sentry.
My Life in Paragraphs 