I never put much thought into the Kindle when I first heard about it. I like the feel of a book, the smell of it. I have worries that publishing houses picking certain devices over others makes things worse for the consumer, especially if a whole load of books are only accessible on one device over another. Like Blu-Ray and HDDVD, I thought it’d be best to leave it until the dust settled.
The thing is, I have a bad back, and Dance With Dragons nearly killed me when it came out. I wasn’t going to slow down my reading of it, but the book needed another bag, and a sherpa to lug it around.
My dad bought both my brother and I a Kindle for Christmas, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Still, given the easy access, I used my netbook to scour the free e-books on Project Gutenberg and Amazon, filling it up with over two hundred books. I’ve to date paid about £6.00 (Game of Thrones was on offer, then Chuck Wendig’s 500 Ways to Be a Better Writer, Chuck Wendig’s Shotgun Gravy & John Perich’s Too Close to Miss). The rest are both legitimate and free.
I’d started reading Wuthering Heights from a copy I bought when I was hoping to get a copy of Jane Eyre from a charity shop. I decided to check this book out as there was an artsy-looking film version by Andrea Arnold coming out. I failed after four chapters, saw the film and started again. When I got the Kindle I was half way through, so I’ve read this book half in its real form, half in Kindle format.
The feel of the Kindle, the weight and the ease of use is so satisfying. I still love books, but damn, the Kindle’s really convenient. I plucked The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde out of the ether, then read it from start to finish on my train trips to London and back. Glorious.
Anyway, all this waffle aside, I decided to actually try to review the books I read on the Kindle. Here’s my first one, just in time for Valentines Day, Wuthering Heights.