Ask my heart, and she will enthusiastically answer “BOOKS!” Ask my brain, and she will thoughtfully tell you about the time she was at the beach, 50 miles from a bookstore, completely grateful to be able to download some Jane Austen. Afterward, she will waver: her memory is so tied to paper.
Ask my wrists, though, and the answer is easy: Kindle all the way. Right now, I’m reading book two of Patrick Rothfuss’s Kingkiller Chronicles, which clocks in at a chunky 999 pages. I started out with a “real book” — but quickly realized I’d finish much faster if I didn’t have to rely on my knees to prop the thing up. And that less ouchy wrists is a good thing. So, yes, I bought the book twice. (Worth it!)
Thinking back, I wonder how much more pleasant it might have been to read some other biggies of my life — The Stand (1,200 pages), The Fountainhead (752 pages) or the final Harry Potter which I simply had to read in hardcover the moment it was released (784 pages) — on my tiny Kindle?
What are some other superginormous books that would work well in e-form?