It’s hard to imagine my life without Amazon. I bought a Kindle for everyone close to me, I order hundreds of books every year. I’m always on the look-out for something new–the random, the obscure, the contrarian, the overlooked classic–and Amazon facilitates my search through its exhaustive lists and recommendations. It’s an addiction I don’t hesitate to indulge in. It’s ferociously entertaining. It’s cheap, it’s good for you, it’s fun: what could be better?
As a writer who constantly experiments with different literary forms, I love how Amazon has encouraged long-form journalism, novellas, essays, and humor through its Kindle singles (short-reads priced at $1.99, “compelling ideas expressed at their natural length”). After all, not everything should be a novel or a full-length book. And finally, as a compulsive reader and knowledge maniac, I appreciate the price point of Amazon products. At any given point, I need to be reading 7 books at once and the aggressively low prices on Amazon allow me to do this. There is nothing in the world I prefer to spend my money on–I love how I can show my support for so many artists at once.