In case you haven't heard, I got a Kindle for Christmas. And, I must confess, I love it. But it's not a confession, really. It's more like stating the obvious. I love reading and, according to my parents, I always have. Having a device that allows me to check out library books with out having to remember to return them? Easily marking my place (really, having it done for me) rather than having to rustle up a scrap of paper as a bookmark or (gasp) folding down the edge of the page? Yes, that sounds lovely. I love books, which is why my house is full of them. Full. As in, room for no more. What little (very little) space is left I would just as soon reserve for picture books that can be loved again and again. So, thank you parents-in-law. You chose well.
There is an unexpected gift that came with this Kindle, too: the return of anticipation. You know, that, "Is Santa here yet?", "Did I make the team?" feeling. Sure, adult life has it's moments, weddings, births and the like, but those events are BIG, fraught with a mix of emotions too complicated to sort out. I am talking about pure anticipation, as in "I CAN'T WAIT!!!" I admit that I had not felt that in awhile. Enter The Hunger Games.
The Hunger Games is a young-adult, sci-fi triology by Suzanne Collins. With the Kindle, being an Amazon prime member, I can rent one free book each month. I opened the Kindle on December 28, downloaded THG soon after, and finished reading late the next night. I passed the book on to Kurt, who read the whole thing in two days. We drove home on January 1, stopping at a Starbucks with wi-fi so that he could download the next installment, Catching Fire. I believe we were both done by January third. Now we must wait a whole month (!) until we can finish the story with book three, Mockingjay. And guess what? I CAN'T WAIT.