I love books. But last month I caved and bought a Kindle. It wasn’t an impulse buy. Nor was it a lame attempt to be tech savvy (Paula will tell you I’m a lost cause). It was the pathetic realization that I spend too much time trying to decide what to read and not enough time reading.
It was a friend with a 4-week old baby who inspired me. We were on the playground, policing our two-year olds and praying our infants would sleep long enough to finish our conversation. She told me she’d read 4 books in 2 weeks. I was dubious. Had she kidnapped the children she so boldly claimed to be hers, I asked. Cause new moms don’t read novels. Or biographies. Or anything except U sWeekly.
She chalked it up to the Kindle. “I could never decide what to read. Now I have the things I want to read on the Kindle and I just turn it on and start reading.”
Wait! That was me, frittering away free time deciding what to read rather than reading. I needed a commitment device. I bought a Kindle and two novels later, I feel like a literary superstar.