Thursday, 26 January 2012
...that didn't last long. I've had my Kindle less than a month, and I've already lost it. Half-way through an exciting book, too. And I LOVED it. It was so small and neat and easy to manage, and I'd bought it a posh cover, which (ridicuously) cost a third of the price of the Kindle itself), and it looked so smart.
I was going to end this post with a few choice expletives - one of them mght even have begun with F - but decided not to. In the interests of good taste and propriety.
(And in case any anti-e-readers see this post, I still love real books, and always will. But if we buy any more, we'll have to move out to make room for them.)