I really love reading on the Kindle! I find it pleasing and I do feel like it allows me to read faster and with fewer distractions. My current gripe though is that when I plug my Kindle into my laptop, sometimes it stops recognizing the Kindle as the E: drive and I have to eject and do it over. I think I may have to cave and actually look at the User Guide, which in general I hate doing. (In my family, we usually ask my 10-year-old brother to read the manual for us and then summarize how to use the gadget.)
But eventually I was able to load all of my public domain e-books, so now I have something like 100 books on the Kindle and I’ve only paid for one book so far – Atonement! Speaking of which, Ian McEwan’s writing is really excellent. He has this way of going into tangents that feel quite familiar for some unknown reason and then he surprises you by tying it in a few pages on. Also there’s a story behind the importance of the vase which is a really nice touch and I kind of wish I’d known of it while watching the movie. Briony’s voice is so lovely too; at times I definitely feel so much like her. There’s this part about her writing process as she’s just starting out, learning new and beautiful words from the dictionary and thesaurus and not quite understanding the: “the king’s furrowed brow was the ‘hieroglyph’ of his displeasure” (Locations 94-101). So far I just really love her thoughts on writing:
A story was direct and simple, allowing nothing to come between herself and her reader – no intermediaries with their private ambitions or incompetence, no pressures of time, no limits on resources. In a story you only had to wish, you only had to write it down and you could have the world; in a play you had to make do with what was available: no horses, no village streets, no seaside. No curtain. It seemed so obvious now that it was too late: a story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols on a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader’s. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it. Reading a sentence and understanding it were the same thing; as with the crooking of a finger, nothing lay between them. There was no gap during which the symbols were unraveled (Locations 514-522).
Edited to Add: I’m so sorry to have doubted you, Kindle! Re: the random un-recognition of my Kindle in the E: drive, it turns out it was my USB port that was faulty, not the Kindle’s connection! Phew…