After 4 years, my beloved Kindle stopped working.
I’ve had a rough week back at work. Which I might talk about later, but I wonder if you get tired of my whining about not very significant things.
This is one of the more tragic things that has happened to me.
Every single moment in the last 3 years where I have felt lonely or bored or neglected or awkward, my friend Kindle was always there for me.
It held my most favourite books of all time.
It always comforted me with its light up screen that was so easy on the eyes and easy to read while turning in bed at night.
It’s small and sleek build meant that I didn’t have to go anywhere without it. Fitting in virtually any bag I was carrying, and sometimes even my coat pocket, meant that any time, was kindle time.
It educated me when I read a word I didn’t know. Simply tap on a word and both an online dictionary and wikipedia would be right there to teach me the meaning of words too complex for me to comprehend. And I didn’t even need to move to find a dictionary.
And it’s battery life was practically 4 weeks. Meaning one charge was enough to read all 15 volumes of my favourite book series.
I must say that no person has ever been as reliable and dependable as my kindle has been.
It was finally time for it to die.
The screen went away first. No longer displaying proudly the letter “A” or newspaper stacks or other premade Amazon screensavers.
Goodbye forever, old friend.
Until I get a new kindle of course!