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I started out with my K3 when i was 17. I got it for Christmas 2010 and received it with a mixture of horror and confusion. What the hell was this... black rectangular thing? And, Ohmygodit'stheendofbooksmyfavouritethingsever. Anyway, I left it in its box, on the bottom shelf of my bedside table, and didn't open it again until June/July time. I then realised the potential for reading books easily, and more importantly, particularly at the time, to read them without my dad knowing what I was reading. I could now read fantasy and sci-fi without receiving the usual comments of "you should read something other than that stuff"; "that's not real literature"; "that doesn't broaden your mind"; "fantasy's all a copy of Tolkein and therefore worse". As a 17 yr old minor, I couldn't really tell him to keep his frankly stupid and biased opinions to himself, but it did allow me to enjoy my choice of reading without the aggro.
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