Farsands and farsands of books, all on one little thingy no bigger than a real notebook made of paper. Joy.
There are some downsides. Reading is just not the same without covers and rustling pages. I live in constant fear that somebody other than me will peek at my library and instantly fall over laughing and then never speak to me again. (There really ought to be a lock on Kindles - Amazonians, please take note.) If you drop it in the bath you die. Possibly, haven't tested that particular theory. Certainly the Kindle would die. No draping it over a radiator and forever having a weirdly fat, crinkly book.
Anybody want to tell me that my fondness for Kindle means I am not a true bibliophile? Meet you outside the British Library tonight at dusk. I'll be carrying a Kindle and a knuckleduster fashioned out of my copy of War and Peace.
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we all know you are the lady to go to for any cultural or literary assistance, especially when we are 'over a certain age'. fear not the detractors who may check your Kindle account. it is all for the greater cultural good and we will benefit in time. sod the twits. they are just jealous.
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