I’m not particularly fond of books. Well, maybe I should elaborate on that statement a bit. I like to read books. Always have. I can appreciate the aesthetic value of certain types of books, which in my case would mostly be old, slightly ratty and rather musty smelling paperbacks. But as much as I like to read books I don’t really feel the need to own them, at least not anymore. Maybe that’s the end result of a period when I had the pleasure of moving a dozen times in as many years, lugging books around the country. But I digress.
My point (if I haven’t gotten it across yet) is that as much as I like to read books, I am perfectly happy to have them out of my hair when I’m finished with them—either taking them back to the library or trading them back to the used bookstore. In fact, I’d be glad to get all of my books from the these outlets if they would only stock enough of the books I wanted to read. And there’s the catch, since a lot of what I like to read is mystery fiction of a certain age.
Which is not the kind of fiction I’m likely to find at my local library, beyond a small selection of the most obvious choices, things like Agatha Christie, Rex Stout, a smidgen of Dorothy Sayers and a few other big name authors from days of yore. While I’m a great fan of libraries, including our local one, they seem to have decided that no one in this part of the world wants to read old school mystery fiction—aside from those few top shelf names. As for used bookstores, we’re actually rather well off in this part of Arizona as far as that sort of thing goes, but even our fine used bookstores can be kind of hit or miss when it comes to old, relatively obscure mystery fiction.
Then came the Kindle. I have to say that for the longest time I didn’t see any reason why I should require the services of such a device. I’m no Luddite and I’m certainly not averse to the wonders of technology. I do my best to keep up with that sort of thing though I have to confess that I’ve fallen behind when it comes to cell phones, mobile technology, and whatnot.
What finally got my attention, when it comes to eReaders, was the realization that such devices could handle books in proprietary formats specific to the device as well as generic formats like text files, HTML and so on. What this means for anyone keen to read mystery fiction from as far back as the nineteenth century is that there’s a world of reading goodness available at such sites as Project Gutenberg, ManyBooks, the Kindle Store, and much more. And because these books are often in the public domain there’s an added bonus—they’re free.
As an extra special added bonus, since I have a Kindle Fire I can avail myself of a wide range of TV shows and movies. Which, admittedly, is no great shakes when it comes to watching on a screen that’s about the size of my palm, something I’ll probably never do when it comes to movies. But I don’t mind watching an episode now and then of an old mystery TV episode like Ellery Queen or Dragnet, especially if it’s one that I’m not sufficiently interested in to actually shell out the bucks for a DVD set.
I’ve only had my eReader for a short time now, but I’ve already seen the print section of my To Be Read stack dwindle considerably. On the other hand, I’ve managed to accumulate quite a sizable stack of volumes in my virtual TBR pile, the majority of them old dusty tomes from about a century ago. Which is actually a nice blend of the archaic with the latest and greatest in technology and it works out just fine for me.