Kindle 2 is a Keeper by Ty Roth

Not long ago, my parents informed me that they planned to move out of my childhood home into a condominium more suited to their needs and diminishing locomotive abilities. At the time, I couldn’t imagine mom and dad in any other place. Despite my nostalgic grousing, the relocation took place. Now, after a short “getting-to-know-you” phase, I have adjusted to the condo-reality. I’ve learned that my old house, in the end, was just a house – brick and mortar, and in my folks’ new home the same memories live on but with more conveniences and vastly improved appliances. I had loved the memories that house contained so much that I mistakenly fused the two.

In recent weeks, I relived that experience when I purchased a Kindle 2 from Amazon. Since their introduction, I had managed to resist the siren call of the e-book by lashing myself to a lifelong love of “real” books and the magic those black symbols on white leaves conjured. Like my parents, I couldn’t imagine them in any other place; however, after less than ten minutes of “page-turning” inside my Kindle 2, I lost the meta-consciousness of myself as a “man reading,” and I became, simply, a reader. I realized that, like my erstwhile home, it hadn’t been the books that I loved so dearly after all; I had confused my love of language and story with a delivery system, one that hadn’t seen a significant improvement in, at least, hundreds ,if not thousands, of years. For what other technology so central to the quality of human existence would we tolerate such a glacial evolutionary pace?

The advantages of the Kindle 2 are many,