Torn Between My Books and My Kindle

Holly Robinson

My husband gave me a Kindle for my birthday. (Forgive him, O Indie booksellers. He is an engineer who knows not what he does.)
At first I protested. As a writer, avid reader, and patron of indie bookstores with cats curled on floral armchairs, what did I want with this devilish contraption?
"Give it a try," my husband suggested. "A lot of the books are free."
Did he say free? As the daughter of a Do-It-Yourself-Or-Die-Trying gerbil farmer, "free" is my middle name, whether I’m surfing for curbside antiques or checking out sample cheeses at Market Basket. How could I resist?

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