July 11, 2013 | Mollie Hawkins | 1 Comment
I was always that person, dear reader, that said things like, “I will NEVER buy an eReader! Fie! Blaspheme! I read real books! Paper! Destroying Trees!” and I meant it, I really did. There’s something about the feel of the paper, crisp between my fingers; the way the spine can be so heavy it makes my palms sweat; and, oh, that ever-lingering threat of paper cuts! Did I say threat? I meant thrill!
Dear reader, I like to live dangerously.
And then I bought an eReader.
I broke my own rule. Around the time the Kindle (hiss!) came out, I was working at Barnes and Noble. The store manager asked me, “Mollie, what do you think? Will you ever own an eReader?” To which I replied, “NEVER. I will NEVER own an eReader.” I mean, good lord.
After storing my library of a few hundred books in preparation of a move to the west coast, I realized that maybe I should rethink my philosophy. I wanted my books, but I did not have a place for them yet. An eReader did not just have to be another device in which to use Netflix or play Angry Birds upon. I could actually get one that’s dumbed-down to its original intent: you know, as a BOOK. Like one of those Cricket phones that old people use with the giant buttons. So when someone (hey Carrie, hey!) told me that the Kobo Minis were going to be on sale, I jumped on it, dear reader. I jumped on it like a cat that tries to jump on a high chair but is too fat, so it just hangs there. Clinging.
The first thing I bought was the new Chuck Palahniuk short story, “Phoenix.” The cool thing about e-books is that sometimes authors just write ONE story meant for the digital world, so I could just buy that for $1 and call it a day. Plus, I can buy the books that normally would weigh down my suitcase and cost me a million dollars in oversized luggage fees (I actually have a friend that did this. I think it cost him a little less than $1 million, though).
But what I really want/need to geek out about here is the fact that Kobo Mini is basically a Tamagotchi for grownups. It’s tiny, cute, and has a little cartoon book that makes faces at you and gives you “rewards” for doing thing like making a passage note or reading in the middle of the night.
There are differences, though, don’t get me wrong. When Kobo needs “food,” it just means, “charge me, you idiot,” versus the Tamagotchi, which beeps at you incessantly. Like, even when you’re sleeping. And then it wakes up your sister, and she gets mad, and then your parents wake up, and they get mad, and then you have to kill your Tamagotchi with a hammer. This really happened to me. And the hammer was my idea.
Little Baby Kobo has manners, if nothing else.
So my back-and-forth treks to California are indeed giving me more time to read, and I’m kind of stoked to see what Kobo can do, besides not making me murder it with a hammer.
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Mollie Hawkins is a former bookseller, former library page, and current coffee roaster extraordinaire. She and her Kobo are heading to California to seek their fortunes and literary destinies.