Whenever May sees my digital reader of late, she asks about it. So yesterday I gave it to her and showed her how to read a book I thought she would like. For the rest of the morning, every time I passed through the living room she looked up from the reader and said, "I love this thing. This changes everything. It's so easy. It may be bad for the rest of you, because I may just read all the time and forget about fixing dinner."
While we were doing chores in the afternoon, it kept popping into her head how much she loves the reader, and how happy it makes her, and she told me about it over and over as if for the first time. Again at bed time, as she held it in her hands under the bedside lamp, she told me how easy it was to read. I finally had to ask, was reading actual books all those years really such a hard thing? All that lifting and page turning?
It's entirely possible that today she'll forget she has it, which only means she'll get to live the discovery all over again.
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