… no indeedy. There were Kindles all over NJ Transit, and a Nook beside me on the M4 bus going up Madison Avenue. The Nook was the new one with a bright orange book style cover, but the owner was reading what appeared to be shelter magazines. We Kindlers (Kindle-eers?) are definitely reading text.
We had a big discussion of the Kindle at my Writers’ Group. One of our members, who is in her ninth decade, asked me how to made the letter size larger, and I showed her. She has already read three books on it– which proves to me that it is an intuitive device. You can download books and read them perfectly efficiently without the manual.
I used large size letters on the train so I wouldn’t have to wear my glasses. I think I got less seasick that way.
One of our members was offended by the grayness of the screen. I’m okay with that, the transparency of it, although I’ll miss covers and ding bat illustrations to rest the eye. I almost good with the idea of being able to own fewer books.
I’m going for free books so far, but I’m thinking about some of the $.99 deals for, say, poetry I might dip into occasionally (whereas I won’t be carrying Leaves of Grass with me, along with other books.)
I’m reading some P.G. Wodehouse, brand new to me, and mostly hilarious, totally on the surface, of course, but the play of that stupid twenties or thirties slag is delightful.