We’re at the lake with Andy’s brother David, and David has a Kindle. It’s a first generation Kindle, and David says he uses it primarily for reading fiction– pleasure reading. He says he doesn’t use it for anything that he would take notes on. I fooled around with it for twenty minutes, as I have in the past, but this time more serious about turning it on, reading some pages of Booth Tarkington’s Magnificent Ambersons, turning pages, testing larger font sizes (can I read without my glasses?– yes, but such short pages who wants to?), tried it outside on the hammock, and yes, sun and shade, very readable. He says images and maps, photos of, say, the subject of a biography– all of that is pretty useless, as is the miniature keyboard at the bottom.
And! He has an app for his computer that reads books for Kindle, and he bought a copy of Trespassers (Hamilton Stone Editions) from Smashwords and loaded it, and there it was, my first ebook sale, sort of. Well, well, well.