I thought I’d keep occasional track on how the Kindle reading is going. I just finished “Neither Here Nor There” and am currently working on “Benjamin Franklin: An American Life,” both via Real Books. This point against Kindle isn’t actually something I experienced, but I’m counting it just the same.
The beau is off work all week (insert junior high-era Luckeeeeeeeee! here) and went to bed much later than I did last night, about 3 a.m., because he was very engrossed in rereading one of his all-time favorite books, “The Fellowship of the Ring,” the first in “The Lord of the Rings” series.
He last read the book when he was 13. He is now 38, reading even the same copy. He remembers that he read the book on vacation, but he’s not sure where — Gatlinburg, Tenn., maybe? But periodically, he’s seeing his 13-year-old self’s thumb smudges along the side of the book. He sees them when he turns the page and realizes he had been holding the book in exactly the same position he had held it 25 years ago, and his tiny teenage thumb print was being covered by his larger adult thumb print.
You’ll never have that sense of reminiscing with a Kindle. Never.