Rich asked me if I wanted a Kindle for Christmas, to which I responded, "Um... I don't think I can make the move just yet." The thought of reading a book on an electronic device does not sound appealing to me. I suppose I should try it out but I tend to be a bit close-minded when it comes to things like this. Plus, it seems like it wouldn't be very easy on the eyes. And it would it be something else to babysit. If I put my book down on my beach chair (because you know I spend so much time reading at the beach) and walk away, I don't have to worry about it. Can't do that with a Kindle or an iPad.
I'm sticking with paper for now.
I know I've mentioned before how I absolutely love to read but haven't been doing it nearly as much now that I have kids. Over the past few months, I've pushed social media to a back seat during my train rides and have been using that free, although not always comfortable, especially when some guy nearly takes your arm off squeezing into the seat next to you, time to read. And yes, a book reader would most definitely be lighter than lugging around a hardcover book. But I just can't do it yet.
I'm absolutely thrilled with the girls' love of books and reading. It's definitely been a rewarding part of parenting.
(Sometimes my kids like to set up camp on the couch.)
My book collection has been crammed onto dusty bookcases in the basement. Rich once mentioned getting rid of them, which almost caused me to have a heart attack. I've always dreamed of having a room that doubles as a library or a cottage at the beach with a wall full of books waiting to be enjoyed by guests. Dreams are dreams for a reason, I suppose.