For anyone that knows me well it comes as no shock that I am an avid reader. I’m no Justine but on average I read two books a month. Sometimes I read more (Divergent series, anyone?) and sometimes I read less (umm…remember that time in my life when I was running around the house like a crazy person trying to figure out the best way to test the changes in thermogenesis due to amylin agonists? No? Well, just ask my roommate. The one who doesn’t use a litter box…). But overall, I’d say that I read more than your average working woman. So that’s why my Kindle is so great. Finished a book waiting for the bus to come? No problem, I’ve got a dozen more waiting in the wings to be opened and enjoyed. It’s light, I love the case, and I can download books from anywhere. What’s not to love? There is also the added enjoyment of being able to check out library books. What? Checking out library books online? To send to my Kindle? And read for freeeee? It’s the best. (Also the best…no late fees. And I’ve racked up my fair share of those in the past.)
But, do you want to know the best feature? It has a little panel on the bottom that estimates the time left for me to finish reading not only the chapter, but the book. I cannot get enough of it. It brings joy to my life every time I flip the digital page and see the number go down.
But then sometimes it doesn’t. And sometimes, like when I started reading Les Mis, it tells me that I have 59 hours and 43 minutes left in the book. Seriously? It can be a bit daunting to begin reading a huge book and while I knew this was a book that I would likely finish in more than a few weeks, I still took on the task. But my Kindle is making it harder. And I don’t like that.
I like the challenge of reading classics and sometimes struggling through the more boring and overly descriptive parts. I like reading Jane Austen and immersing myself in a culture quite foreign to mine. I love reading the books that inspired the authors of today. But I don’t like being told that it will take me decades to read. My only hope is that the calibration is off. So that’s what I’m telling myself in the interim. Because I don’t want to hate Les Mis and I especially don’t want to hate my Kindle over all of this nonsense. That would be ridiculous…