As i type this I'm half watching something on TV about electronic books. Someone once lent me one of those Kindle readers for a couple of days. I think they were bored with it because i was told i didn't need to rush to return it. I can understand why.
What a horrible little plastic thing it is. I'm gonna sound like my dad here, but i like the feel and smell of a proper book. Especially a new one. I like to see how many pages I've got through and feel the satisfaction of seeing one side fill up whilst the other goes down. The weight of the thing, the texture, the sound it makes when you turn the page. The colours of the pictures. In fact everything about a book that makes it a book.
Reading a kindle was like surfing the net. I got bored after a bit. It's OK in small doses, But not for me.
Is this what happens to people as they get older ? I'll be complaining about saving my stuff on a hard drive rather than the cloud next. Bring back MP3 players that's what i say. These young 'uns don't know what they're missing.
Bit of a busy week this week. I'm trying to put up my tree, visit half a dozen relatives to give out birthday cards (why are so many people i know born in December?) and arrange a party for this weekend ;-)))