I swear to you, I’ll be back soon. And I’ve taken Saturday off, part of which will be devoted to clearing a rather critical email backlog. At the moment, however, I’m mostly offline. I’ve a horror of empty bookshelves, you see. It doesn’t matter if they’re virtual. I see gaping holes where books should be, and I cannot rest until they’re filled.
I’ve been doing some mad shopping in the Kindle store. I’ve found myself lost for hours in the virtual stacks. The free, the cheap, the rare and the odd all vie for my attention. I’ll need another lifetime to read it all. I’d miss the smell of paper if it weren’t for the fact I’m getting my hands on so much stuff that would cost a fortune had I been forced to track it down via used bookstores. The frequent screams of delight are probably disturbing my neighbors’ tranquilly, but it can’t be helped.
And the Fire has not yet made me want to throw it against the wall. It has some quirks and limitations, but nothing like what I expected of a first gen device. Early passion is settling into an enduring love.
Also, I discovered the Pandora app tonight. Bliss, my darlings. Sheer bliss. Music and book shopping on one handy handheld device.
Why did I wait so long?