Me vs The Kindle

(First Off:  Dear Girls-Sitting-Next-To-Me-At-The-Coffee-Shop - Just go up and tell the lady behind the counter that she gave you the wrong flavor cheesecake.  You paid good money for it, get what you paid for.  Do NOT sit down at your table (next to me) and bitch loudly for 15 minutes (between bites) about how you cannot abide coffee cheesecake - sorry, let me translate that to teen-speak, "Like OMG, this just SUCKS, yo!"  Also, reflect that if this is the worst thing that has happened to you as of 8:00pm, it's a pretty good day.)

On topic now, the Kindle.

I like to read.  A lot.  It's kind of a compulsion at this point.   I purged like a madwoman before we moved, so now I'm down to nine freestanding seven-foot bookcases, completely full with spillage everywhere.  (And that's not counting the children's books.)  So, when stumped for an anniversary gift (I think I've turned into that relative for whom no one knows what to buy), my husband got me a Kindle.

So up until now,  when discussing the Kindle, I've talked smugly about how I planned on sticking with 19th century technology for my fix, and generally limned in excruciating detail the sensory joys of the printed page; the crisp paper, the heft, the comforting smell, the obviously-loved look of a well-worn tome...

Bugger all that for a lark.

It's great.  It's freaking MAGIC.  I get online, hook up the wires, sort them out and they're ALL THERE.  So I'm sitting out someplace, somebody makes a recommendation, I pull out my phone, find it, order it, and Amazon SENDS IT TO MY KINDLE.  INSTANT GRATIFICATION, BABY!  And if it's out of copyright, you can usually find it for free.  And I can jump between them, which is important because, to quote the Hero of Canton, "Well, I just get excitable as to choice."

I've figured out how to sort them now, so the hard drive space is my only limitation. 

That and actually finding time to read.  :)