Lighting My Fire
Names matter. They evoke, suggest, depict. They create atmosphere and emotion.
I have not yet named my Kindle, however. Because I think the name given to my e-reader is sufficient and, actually, perfect. I love my Kindle. It wasn’t love at first sight, not at all. More of a slow burner, appropriately. But the word, Kindle, is so apt and clever. It suggests igniting a fire, and also kin (ship), family. Familiar. After initial scepticism and the assertion that it could never replace the feel, the texture of a paper book, I now read more than I ever have for years. I still love books, but there’s definitely room for both, as the reading experience each offers is both different and complimentary. What is so appealing about the Kindle is the fact that you can have so much on the one device and I can chop and change between essays, novels, non-fiction, etc. It suits the way my brain works as my mind often jumps about when I read. At the moment, I am simultaneously reading Amazon’s free guides to publishing direct on the kindle; a novel by Douglas Kennedy called The Moment; First you write: the worst way to become an almost famous author by Joni Rogers; and a recent discovery for me, Living, Thinking, Looking: essays by Siri Hustvedt, which marries my fascination with philosophy and neuroscience.
This leads to the other aspect of e-readers that excites me – I can see a book on Amazon that interests me and a few clicks and seconds later, I am reading it. I often download a free sample and then go on to buy the book. My appetite for reading is now almost as voracious as when I was a child, which delights me greatly. The fire has been rekindled.