Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

I am the sort of person who always reads the last page in a book first. In fact, when I’m in a bookstore, it’s the last page that usually convinces me to buy a particular book in the first place.

This habit has ruined only one book in my lifetime of reading, but that’s another blog.

What I’m addressing here is my Kindle®. I’ve read a variety of books on it, and really like it; BUT I have not discovered how to read the last page first. Which means my usual pattern with a book is being juxtaposed. I’m sure there’s a way to get to the last page, but so far I haven’t figured it out. Instead, I’m exploring the experience of reading a book from front to back with no inkling of how things turn out.

It’s a strange feeling. And, rather than trying to circumvent it by taking time to analyze the Kindle®, I’m rolling with it. I don’t have enough data yet to see if not knowing the ending affects how I feel about a book, but I do know that it doesn’t affect how I feel about the quality of the writing. If it’s good, then whether you know the outcome or not, you want to read the book for the shear enjoyment of its craftsmanship.