Yes, I am still addicted to my Kindle, even though the new Kindle 3 has had to be replaced (under warrantly) once already. And I also suspect that the fancy new lighted cover causes the device to periodically short out. I’ll be calling Amazon to see if they’ll refund me for my cover.
But the real peril is that now, with 489 items* I’ve fallen in love with the Category organising feature. Yesterday I sat down to read and instead spent an HOUR–a whole hour; sixty minutes–tossing books into categories. It gave me a sort of happy thrill not unlike the charge I get from compiling a well-ordered and handsome looking spreadsheet. Of course that means I lost an hour of time I was going to use to wrap up The Sherlockian. Not that it’s a bad book. It’s actually quite fun, but apparently organising lots of books was more fun than hanging out in just one.
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*Can you imagine it? How fabulous a world is it where I can carry around 489 books, many of them thick as a brick (The Stand, Under The Dome, Pillars Of The Earth, War And Peace) on an item that is thinner than a pencil and weighs less than a cheese sandwich? I distinctly remember college, traipsing around a frozen Indiana campus with a pack like Pilgrim. It seldom had more than four books at any one time, but their weight was punishing. Now I can carry 120 times as many without giving it a single thought. Tell me that isn’t marvellous!
Just Another Pretty Farce 
Coble, that isn’t marvellous.
/inner 11-year-old