Thank you Kindle, for being built by a bored teenager in an impoverished part of the world (most likely) and breaking down in a way that my WCE * husband could not fix...even with his high-powered safety googles and very tiny screwdrivers. Apparently, I just need to call Amazon and they will send out a replacement but the universe is talking to me, through imperfect products, and I'm listening:
Universe: What were you reading on Kindle that you miss?
Me: Not much, I downloaded the entire Game of Thrones series which included murder, incest, rape, and naked princesses.
Universe: What have you picked up at the library since your Kindle went offline?
Me: Biographies of Margaret Sanger and Kurt Vonnegut, a book on Buddhism, and some Irish short stories.
Me: What are you saying, Universe, that the Kindle's choices are mainstream and that I have to pick up an actual book and see if it calls to me?
Universe: No, I'm wondering how the the last book in the series turns out.
Regardless of the smart ass universe, I'm not sure I liked what I was reading on the Kindle. The choices overwhelmed me and for whatever reason, I picked down, not up. I was talking to my buddy about reading and why we do it and we came to the conclusion that we all read for different reasons. She beautifully stated that she reads to be moved. I think I read to know more about what we all share. The best writers transcend their culture and place and speak a universal truth. The best example of that for me this year was The Elegance of the Hedgehog. Stop reading this silly blog and order it on your Kindle, right now:)
May the new year be filled with transcendental books, and of course, the next one in the Game of Thrones.
*World Class Engineer