As I said in an earlier post, the arrival of my Kindle truly reawakened my passion for reading. The ease of finding, purchasing, carrying around a new book whenever I wanted, all without requiring me to find a new space on my already crowded shelves, has turned me back into the reader I used to be. But that doesn’t hold a candle to what it did for my mother.
She was constantly reading as long as I can remember. A visit from my sister, Maureen, would usually involve the exchange of multiple books before they parted. But Mom is now 85. Her knees and back aren’t what they used to be. Spending hours browsing the shelves of her local Borders was no longer in the cards for her, even before Borders went to that Big Bankruptcy Court in the Sky. Some time last year, she was actually reaching the point where the stack of books next to her favorite chair was down to its last volume. At that time her knee was really bothering her, so the idea of going to Barnes and Noble really didn’t appeal to her. Then her youngest son came over with his new purchase, the latest (at the time) Amazon Kindle.
Continue reading “Kindle Readers Are Readers. Just Ask My Mother.”
I start a new job next week. It’s just a three-month contract, but the big downside for me is that the office is about two miles from home. What, you may ask, is the problem with that? I’m sure many of you would kill to have a commute that short.
Well, I guess you don’t listen to audiobooks. Continue reading “The Perverse Life of the Audiobook Listener”
Even before I bought my Kindle, I had adopted another post-modern way of consuming the written word. That would be the audio book, formerly known as “books on tape,” back when we had something called a “cassette player” in our cars (kids, you can ask your grandparents about that one).
Continue reading “The Sound of Reading”
As I mentioned in my first post, I recently unearthed one of the last things I completed, a short story entitled “Passing Sentence.” My file dates tell me that I wrote the thing back in the year 2000. It’s genuinely depressing to realize that a whole decade passed without me writing anything meaningful. (Computer manuals, while hopefully useful, do not exercise one’s creative jones).
So what was the problem? Continue reading “Rekindling the Fire…”