This is not a post geared towards converting non-Kindle owners into becoming people who tote around an e-reader. That would be preposterous, for I do not believe that it is fair to tear a devote Paper Reader into a Paperless Reader. I, myself do not hold to one religion in this regard, reader. No, I partake in both ways of worshipping words: I confess to you, dear reader, that I am both a devout Paper Reader and a devout Paperless Reader.
And yes, sometimes I sin. We readers all do, I’ll admit. I confess my sins to you, fellow worshiper of books, that I do not always perform my daily ritual of studying the tomb in front of me. Often, I prefer to laze about, watching TV, or, Tomb forbid, engage in a sacrilegious conversation about anything other than books with my family or friends.
But, with my Kindle, I am slowly repenting, dearest reader. Through tapping the e-pages of my Kindle, I am slowly becoming entranced with a new bundle of words.
And what are those words, you might ask?
Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl.
Flynn, so far, has set up a chilling study been a married couple. While I’m only 12 pages in, already I feel varying degrees of unease. Especially with Nick. He comes off as a selfish, egotistical person. He used Amy’s money to open a bar with Margo, his sister, so that he could secure their financial situation. He used the last of his wife’s trust fund money to start-up a business that may sink instead of float. I feel like Nick’s gambling here, much like on David Letterman’s “Will It Float?” segment. It’s sheer guess-work, here. Neither Nick nor Go have any clue about what’ll become of The Bar. The success factor is more fearful than adrenaline rush. Or that’s how I see their situation. They knew it was stupid to take Amy’s money–and yet they went along with their plan. He also resents losing his old job as a writer, and seems bitter about it.
I feel like Nick and Amy probably shouldn’t have married. Nick admits in the opening pages that he guesses as to what Amy is thinking. She loathes the home they have in Missouri. Nick hates that Amy botches lyrics when singing. She’s reduced to humming instead, by her own volition. But this lack of compromise bothers me. Not to mention Nick’s paranoia: You have been seen (Flynn 9).
So, you see, reader, I have found a solution to the errors of my ways: by actively engaging in the ways of the kind Kindle, I can return to my reading religion once more.
Peace, fellow Paper and Paperless Readers,