We were all thrown by the snowfall last night, despite the fact that it was only a couple of centimeters, if that. Still, this morning felt heavier as the world awoke, covered in its thin Snuggie of precipitation.
So it’s not a surprise that I was late this morning.
Instead of fretting the entire way to work, I did something extraordinary. I read a book. Not just any book: an eBook.
Yes, that’s right. I’ve test-driven a Kindle and I have a confession to make: I’ve fallen in love.
Like Bella when she realized she was utterly, hopelessly, desperately in love with a certain glittery vampire, I have succumbed to my desire for this little device. It’s not much to look at: rather flat and white, it looks like an oversized first generation iPod with a keyboard. But it does so much! Well, that’s not true—but it does allow me to do something I don’t often get to do, read on the bus.
I often get nauseous when I try reading. Something about the jostling of the pages and my eyes trying to follow the words on the page does something to my stomach. But this morning was glorious. I even sat in my least favourite spot on the bus: the side-facing seats near the front.
I was a quarter of my way through the book by the time I had to get off. I don’t know how much I read traditionally, but that seemed like a lot to me. It flew by, which makes me wonder if I read faster on a screen than a page. It would make sense—I’ve been using a computer since I was eight years-old.
So I now have a new want, one that has come along rather inconveniently. I don’t want to want it, but I want it, damn it!