I have made it quite a point to buy that one thing which my heart lusted for, on every trip. Something substantial, fascinating yet functional - those things that made a trip memorable. I never quite expected my purchase of the North America trip to be a Kindle keyboard but boy am I happy. It re-Kindled (it's more poetic than a pun, really) my love for reading, which had quietened down quite a bit since I left school. And now it's singing melodic tunes to me once more. It's truly wonderful to be able to bring my library wherever I go; bye to those dilemmas of "oh i want to read this again, but how about that one for now?" whenever I stood in front of my bookshelf or the public library. I could have it all! Even good websites for study of the classics like Johnstonia could be converted into ebooks for reading wherever. And the inbuilt dictionary made it easy for the aspiring wordsmith to learn new words and concepts at the touch of one key.
I am fighting the tide that threatens to silence my love for reading, my ever-shorter attention span with the invasion of video, youtube and all that mindless entertainment. The dearth of book reading in our generation represents the death of knowledge and birth of frivolous snippets of information invading mindspace and virtual reality. The internet may have made news, bits of information and convenience fast-food-like forum answers available to all, but it's really through books that real knowledge could be gleaned, mulled over, incorporated into one's worldview. No shortcuts and no googling to skip over the necessary time-consuming pain of following through a complex idea or theory. Even fiction is usually better represented in a novel than a two hour mind-numbing session in a darkened cinema.
Of course, one might say that e-readers take away part of the reading experience. The book lover in me rejected e-readers/tablets for a long time. I love the smell of new books, thumbing through my favourite pages, tracing an intruiging line with my index finger in a mock attempt to dissect it physically. But the Kindle proved to be a worthy substitute when I first laid eyes (and hands) on it. It mimicks a real book, and fulfills the book lover's fantasy to bring her entire collection with her, so she can fish out her favourite passage whenever she wished. It even has page next buttons situated at the side of the reader like a real book. Love it to bits. Just wished I had a bimbotic white one instead of the sturdy oldish graphite one. Oh well. One pays for real knowledge not aesthetics :P