On the Kindle Apologia

Might as well get this out there once and for all:  I just bought a Kindle.  Yes, a Kindle!  And I'm not afraid to say that I love it!

Don't give me that hesitation, the slight recoil of disappointment, the minute sniff of disdain!  I don't hate books!  Books and I go way back.  We were friends before I knew what I friend was.  Getting a Kindle is not a betrayal of our friendship!

I love the way books smell - especially the musty, familiar smell of all library books.
I love the feel of the paper.
I appreciate a good font choice.
I love it when a book falls open in my hand.
I like the texture of a book cover.
I plan to own a children's bookshop/coffee shop in my next life.

But I don't like the weight of three books in my carry-on luggage.  I read fast.  Even a week-long trip requires at least two books.  And since the chaos of Haiti's baggage terminal has made me allergic to checked luggage, books have become a bit of a pain to carry around.  Literally.

Enter the Kindle.  I weighs as much as an issue of The Economist and contains enough reading material for a year of travel.  And I can buy books instantly, even in Haiti!  Go ahead - recommend a book to me!  Not only can I find it, but I can read it as fast as I want to without the fear of running out of precious, precious reading material.

Capiche?