I’ve been using my iPhone for the past few years as a reader, and that’s still a great choice. It’s largely format agnostic, can handle ePub (with the iBooks or Stanza apps), mobi (with Kindle), and PDF formats pretty easily. I did not think that I needed or really wanted a Kindle.
Then everyone in my family got one for Christmas, and I got to spend some quality time adding good free fiction to their e-readers. And I started to get that gadget itch. You know the one. A few weeks ago, I cracked. Big time. And talked my wife into it.
I was completely unprepared for what happened next. I figured I would use it to read, off and on. That I would largely be on my iPhone. Listening to Podcasts and other fiction. Riiiiiight.
Instead, in the past couple weeks I’ve suddenly found myself plowing through…
One new Stephen Pressfield book. (Do the Work)
Patrick Rothfuss’ The Name of the Wind. Finally.
and John Ringo’s Live Free or Die.
I’ve also been rather forcefully reintroduced to my ability to tune out everything else in the world when I’m reading something I think is pretty good. My wife has been reintroduced to that as well. (She’s taken it in fairly good humor so far.)
I’ve been playing with it’s ability to access my Audible library (interesting), read blog articles (using Instapaper – nice), and all kinds of other little geeky things. At this point, I’m wondering if this is just a honeymoon period, or if there really is something different about reading on this device. The fact that there’s always something else to read is – well – dangerous for any other kind of productive activity is one way of putting it. I’d like to know if I’m alone in this, or if other people have gotten the same kick-start in their reading from these dedicated e-readers.