I want a Kindle.
I know. I feel like a traitor. Like I am betraying those well-thumbed pages, spurning those beloved dustjackets, and treating years of toting books with me hoping for the chance to curl up in a corner and bury myself in the story with disdain.
But A-down-the-hill has one and she was telling me how great it is to be able to download authors and titles at a whim, and at greatly reduced prices, and to be able to store hundreds of cracking reads for revisiting at some future date. And let's face it - it's a lovely handbag size and would certainly support my 50 Book Challenge efforts during my commute. And then I could get a lovely cover for it - something to express my personality perhaps, and to keep it protected from all the other
But what will the Oxfam bookshop do without my cycle of donation-purchase-donation?
And what will I put on my bookshelf?
Hmmm, before I abandon a joyful habit of a lifetime, I really need to give this some thought...