Learning to Love my Kindle

I would like to say that my absence during October was due to a flurry of crafting and creativity. I’d be lying, though. It was actually due to a lot of reading and the excitement attendant upon counting down the days to the end of a hated job. Yup, I got to leave debt-collecting for a much more me kind of job as a proof-reader.

In between times, though, I also dusted off my Kindle, went through the titles on it, removed a lot, and have begun to process of restocking my library.

I bought my Kindle many more years ago than I care to remember, back when they were relatively new and shiny and an internet connection was not as standard. In my excitement, I filled it full of classics I ought to read, and modern freebies which sounded interesting. I didn’t read very many. I discovered that I preferred a Proper Book. Especially for the classics. I was more easily distracted from my reading on my Kindle.

And so, pulling my Kindle out of storage, I reduced the titles on it from about 120 down to under 30. All of those worthy classics, gone. The freebies I never read, gone. I was left with those few which I had read, and enjoyed, and a plan to collect those books which I own in print, but which space dictates remain at my parents’. My Heyers, for instance. I find I can read eBooks, but only if I’ve already read and liked it in print. Or those few eBooks I collected, read, and enjoyed in the early days. In the main, though, I’m building my eBook library to reflect my print library, for travelling purposes, and perhaps getting copies of the library-books which I enjoy. The Judith Flanders’s Sam Clair mysteries, for example (most entertaining, by the way; makes editing seem a much more exciting and adventurous sort of career).

I’d forgotten how much I liked Horry, in Heyer’s Convenient Marriage.

What Stays in Vegas, by Beth Labonte

What Stays in Vegas is something that I’ve had on my Kindle for a while, and I’ve read it several times. I dip in and out of it when I want to pass the time, but don’t really want to challenge my brain. It’s what might be termed “chick lit” in that, there’s a splash of romance and a dollop of happy ending. And the closest we get to violence is a single punch.

It’s a story about a girl (Tessa) who has to move to Vegas from Massachusetts for three months. She’s an admin assistant in an engineering firm, but really, she’s an artist. In her spare time (while she’s on hold to whomever) she makes sculptures out of office supplies. Paper clips, bulldog clips, staples. Yeah, I can’t think of any other office supplies.

Anyway. She likes someone (Nick) in the Massachusetts office, but he’s married. So her trip to Vegas should be good for getting him out of her mind. Except that Nick drops hints of all not being well in his marriage. And then Tessa meets a cute engineer in Vegas. Oh, and her boss, the founder’s daughter, isn’t happy being an engineer. And also is really an artist at heart. But she’s the founder’s daughter, so an engineer it is.

Cue complications.

I’ll give you that it’s not Great Literature. But Tessa is believable. It’s a nice story about someone stuck doing a job she hates because she hasn’t figured out how to make a living doing what she loves, figuring it out. Because obviously it all ends happily.

I think that’s why I like it. Hope. Hope that all will be well.