I have succumbed.
Having read every book in the house for the umpteenth time and where the library insists on playing silly buggers I have gone against my firmly held principles.
I swore I would never do it but these are desperate times. I went and ordered a Kindle thingy.
I placed the order a couple of months back and was delighted two weeks ago when I found a box jammed in the outside of my letterbox. The box was a bit smaller than expected but these days everything seems to be miniaturised. Maybe it just folded out flat like Origami in reverse? I opened the box. It contained a thirteen amp plug. This was not quite what I expected so I read the piece of paper that came with it. Apparently I now have a mains plug to charge my Kindle despite not having a Kindle to charge. Whoopee!
This morning another small box arrived. This one was a bit flatter then the previous one and had actually fitted through the letterbox so was lying on the porch floor. Luckily we have had a dry spell so the porch wasn’t in its usual flooded state.
So I now have a device to read e-books. It doesn’t seem to do much other than that. I can’t use it to read my mail or browse the Interwebs or anything interesting. It doesn’t even have games. It’s a bit of a one trick wonder.
I charged it and let it to one side to play with later. I don’t know if I will like it as a book substitute.
But at least I now know I won’t have to read my Tom Sharpe collection for the fifteenth time.