My mom texted me the other day. Here is how it went:
Mom: I have a book question. Is “We Are Water” better than other Wally Lamb books or on par?
Me: Geez, I don’t remember. I know it was really really good probably one of the best books I ever read.
Mom: We Are Water is his newest book. U finished it? I was asking cuz I was looking for a recommendation as to which of his older books I should read next.
Now, you wouldn’t think there was anything wrong with that text exchange, right? Except I am currently reading “We Are Water” by Wally Lamb and I am about an eighth of the way into it. And it is new. My memory is bad, but come on.
Why didn’t I know she was talking about a book I am currently reading? Because I own a Kindle. And I don’t know any freaking book that is on that thing because it doesn’t have a cover. If it doesn’t have a cover, then I can’t be reminded every ever-loving day and night when I pass by my nightstand. It’s a problem.
So, if it’s possible to be embarrassed by something you said to your own mother, the answer is “yes.” I felt like an ass and had to explain myself. Also, because she is a book worm and can read 2-3 books at one time. Me on the other hand cannot do that. Because I have ADD/Squirrel Brain. Not possible. No way, sista.
Anyway, she recommended I read this Wally Lamb book. I didn’t realize he wrote another book and he is one of my favorite authors ever so I was glad to hear this. But my mom has a habit of asking me how I like books she recommended. Like from the moment she recommends them. Okay, so I may be exaggerating a little. But just a little. (It’s okay mom, I don’t mind really. Kind of.)
Here’s my other problem: Lately it takes me weeks, sometimes months, to finish a book. Mainly because I am absolutely obsessed with this blogging gig I started for myself and also because I can no longer read a book for more than a page or three without my eyeballs doing the back-of-the-head roll thing. But I digress.
The Kindle. I’ve owned it for a year or two. Maybe longer. I don’t know because time marches as if it’s being chased by a one-eyed monster on methamphetamines. Two years is really ten. Get what I’m saying?
I was looking through photos the other day and I swore a vacation we took to Boston was only about 4 years ago, but it was more like 8. How can that possibly be? But I digress. Again. I am the Queen of Digression. Called me Queen D.
Do I like my Kindle? I’m not sure. The jury is still out on that one. I’ll write a pro/con list like I did in high school when I wanted to break up with a boyfriend. Okay, I actually didn’t do that because that would have required too much work. But I had friends who did. I think. Whatever…
Pros: 1) I can download a sample. So I can check it out later. This way I can’t forget. Which is a problem for me. Well, the forgetting part isn’t the problem. It’s the remembering part that gets me every time. 2) I have a bookstore at my fingertips. 3) It fits in my pocketbook real easy-like.
Cons: 1) No cover. But I already said that. 2) It’s a pain in the ass to charge the darn thing. 3) I can’t get used to that little percentage number in the bottom right hand corner that tells how much of the book is left. 4) Sometimes I think I’m just scrolling back a page but then realize that I scrolled back, like 10 pages. What??? 5) I miss holding a real book. And smelling a real book. And seeing a real book.
So, I guess the answer is “No.” No, I don’t like my Kindle. But I think I do. Did I ever tell you I also have a problem with making decisions?