I finally succumbed. It's happened. I was in Nottingham at the weekend, surrounded by people with Kindles, feeling the temptation. MrK said I should definitely have one for my birthday (June) and yet somehow I had one by the end of Saturday. The novelty of a slither of plastic which contains the works of Jane Austen, a Terry Pratchett book (Jingo), Madame Bovary and a bunch of other stuff, most of which was free, has not worn off yet. I think I'll get my favourite comfort reading for it, even though I own it all in paper too (The Hobbit, LOTR and Winnie-the Pooh).
But you know what this means?
I need a Kindle cosy to protect it. I'm thinking of sewing one. Maybe a fleece lining and cotton patchwork exterior and a big button... methinks a trip to Fabric8 (local fabric shop) will be required this weekend.
On the downside we got home from the trip to find my craft books had been targeted by the cats as a suitable pissing corner. They are not even books I can replace on the Kindle! Doh!