How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Kindle

It’s been a year since my last blog post. I’m in the early stage of becoming a book blogger and received my first official ARC from a major publishing company. I wanted to break the blogging ice with a tribute to the e-reader.

I’ve been an avid reader most of my life, reading about 24 books per year for pleasure despite my busy schedule. I clung to my paperbacks and hardcover editions as if I was better than those who had jumped on the e-reader bandwagon. I refused to buy one. There’s nothing like the feel of a book in your hand and turning its pages, I insisted.

But then I received a Kindle as a Christmas gift in 2018, and I was hooked. I fell in love with my black and white backlit e-reader that gave me instant access to free and affordable e-books written by both my indie author friends and traditional authors alike. I could download books borrowed from the library, too. Imagine that.

Thanks to the convenience and affordability of carrying a Kindle filled with e-books, I’ve read 32 books this year (and counting)! I had planned on reading one book a month, since I was busy writing my own, but instead I read more this year than any other in my life (while writing and editing two books of my own).

So I can admit freely, I had been wrong to feel so elitist about people who swear by e-readers. And yes, there’s nothing like a paperback. I still buy hardcovers, too. But I’ve learned to stop worrying and love the Kindle.

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