It was only recently that I realized I might have a problem. My husband and I were getting ready to leave for our weekly date. As I grabbed my jacket, my purse, and my Kindle, Spencer looked at me in disbelief. “You’re bringing your Kindle?” He didn’t sound very happy with the idea.
I know why. When I read my kindle, the world disappears. I don’t hear the phone, the doorbell, or my husband calling my name.
“Of course not,” I said. “I wasn’t even thinking it. I just need to plug it in before we leave.” But, I wasn’t telling the complete truth. I hadn’t planned to bring my Kindle; I just picked it up naturally. As i set it on the counter I felt a twinge. What if there was a wait for dinner, or a traffic jam, or the movie started late? What if I had the urge to read one of the three books I was currently in the middle of reading.
It didn’t start off this way. At first I stuck to the classics. Jane Eyre, A Tale of Two Cities, even some Shakespeare plays. Then I visited the Kindle store. How could I not? It was right there, in my hands, wherever I went. When I downloaded my first book, I felt such a rush. In 30 seconds I could have any of thousands of books for my reading pleasure. Then I started down loading a few samples, then a few more, and then dozens.
I began to visit the Kindleboards.com website every day, and then twice a day, and then every hour. The free books and bargain books threads had a special power on me. I couldn’t resist the power of the click, but when I almost clicked on a Harlequin romance novel, just because it was free, I knew my problem was worse than I had thought.
The road to recover isn’t easy, and I am definitely not going to give up my Kindle completely. However, I will leave it at home when I go out with my husband, and I will only download free books that I could unabashedly show my mother or college English teacher.