A Good Book, A Kindle and a Droid Razr Maxx HD

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I love to read. I can bury my nose in a book and not come up for air for hours. Recently we went to Florida and I neglected to take some books with me. Usually I go by the library and stock up but this time I forgot. I was sitting in our room wondering what to do when I remembered that my Motorola Droid Razr Maxx HD had a Kindle app on it. Could I get a book that way?

I downloaded the app, did a search, found a book I thought sounded good and started reading. Not only was the screen on my phone big enough that it made reading easy, the long battery life of the phone made sure I didn’t get half way through and lose power!

So What Are You Reading Now?

The book I downloaded on my Razr was The Mourning Hours and if you haven’t read it, I suggest you get a copy.

From the back of the book:

A family’s loyalty is put to the ultimate test

Kirsten Hammarstrom hasn’t been home to her tiny corner of rural Wisconsin in years—not since the mysterious disappearance of a local teenage girl rocked the town and shattered her family. Kirsten was just nine years old when Stacy Lemke went missing, and the last person to see her alive was her boyfriend, Johnny—the high school wrestling star and Kirsten’s older brother. No one knows what to believe—not even those closest to Johnny—but the event unhinges the quiet farming community and pins Kirsten’s family beneath the crushing weight of suspicion.

Now, years later, a new tragedy forces Kirsten and her siblings to return home, where they must confront the devastating event that shifted the trajectory of their lives. Tautly written and beautifully evocative, The Mourning Hours is a gripping portrayal of a family straining against extraordinary pressure, and a powerful tale of loyalty, betrayal and forgiveness.

The legacy of loving to read… 

My grandmother loved to read and my mother was a reading teacher who also loved to read. I don’t think that it’s an accident that I love to read to. My grandmother was born in 1913, exactly 100 years ago, and she’s been gone now for about ten years. I don’t imagine she ever dreamed her granddaughter would be reading books on a phone.

Makes me wonder how my granddaughter’s will read books. As Grandma Layne would say, “There’s just no telling.”