Kindles. The marmite of the literary world. You either love yours and are dancing naked around a pile of your burning books, or you think they are the work of the devil and you are hiding in your bath surrounded by books, sniffing them one by one, letting the bottom right hand corner daringly dip in the water every now and again, just because you can.
Actually, we’ve all had this debate and I think lots of people accept that they are part of the industry now and use a mixture of both. I thought I hated them until I got a new phone and downloaded the kindle app. Tomorrow I’m flying to Germany for four days and am quite pleased that I don’t have to carry a load of books, I read quickly and I always read more than one book at a time (not literally at the same time, you understand, I’m not a freak). I still prefer an actual book, I’m more likely to read it again if it’s a paper copy. I can look through old books that have been well read and remember how I was feeling when I read them, where I was sitting, and often, from the crumbs, what I was eating too.
The main problem I have is how easy it is to buy a book. I’ll be sitting reading the paper and see a book mentioned, it’s by someone I like so I’ll have a little look. Just a look you understand, just to read a couple of reviews, then bang. It’s like I have ‘Buy Now’ tourettes, it’s so quick it’s almost like I didn’t do it. Then I forget about it. It’s the same when I order anything online, it’s so easy, you don’t have to physically hand any money over so by the time it arrives I’ve forgotten all about it. I act like someone has sent me a surprise gift. It’s great. Until you see your bank balance.
I would just like to say though that the kindle has not opened up a whole new world for women who want to read dirty books. I read a lot of reports about 50 Shades that said that now women can read erotica freely, without being judged, because nobody knows what you’re reading if you’re reading it on a kindle. This is nonsense. Women have been perfectly capable of reading this stuff for years. We’re not ashamed, we don’t need permission, we have perfected the art of flicking through a book to skip straight to the filthy bits since we first graduated from Judy Blume. So dip that in your bath and sniff it.