Another One Falls to Kindle

Courtesy Dustbury, we get an account of a bibliophile who falls to Kindle:

So you’d think I’d be the last person in the word to get a Kindle. That’s the device that lets you download books instantly and read them in electronic versions. Where’s the fun in that? No searching through dusty shelves. No flyleaves or book jackets to read. No fourth hand volumes to discover with cryptic or even embarrassing inscriptions on the first page. But my husband, who is an unrepentant gadget buyer, got me one for Christmas. So I have to make a commitment to it.

Fortunately, she shows that she’s not my kind of bibliophile:

Keeping an open mind and repressing all Luddite tendencies, I can see the value of it, even in my life. Every area of my home is filled with books. Overflowing with books. Weighed down with books. I’m not just talking living space. Garage, corners, under the bed. Stuffed with books. And the place in Sonoma? That’s starting to get filled up with books. This is despite dedicated twice monthly clear-outs where I truck cartons of books off to used book stores and Goodwill.

What? Getting rid of your books? I don’t even get rid of all the duplicates I find.

She has a nice library, though.

Which reminds me: I owe the Internet pictures of the new library at Nogglestead. When I get them all sorted and aligned pleasingly on the bookshelves.

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