Why Reading on the Kindle Makes Me Sad

It makes me sad, to begin with, that whereas we open a book, we “slide and release the power switch to wake” the Kindle. The physical sense of progression is lost. All we get is an abstract representation of it, at the bottom of the screen (not page). Indeed, there are no pages. Imagine: “Read locations 5,232–6,170 of Democracy in America.” Books vary in size and thickness, in the quality of the paper, the design of the page, the choice of font. But the stuff on the Kindle? Imagine: shelves bending under the weight of colorful, sizable books; one shelve with four kindles.

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