Blonde's Eye View: Travelling light
Angela Clarke embraces the Kindle revolution. Sort of
Summer holidays mean summer reading. Whether you're prostrate in the park, blistering on the beach or posing by the pool, chances are you'll be enjoying a good book.
Even those worrisome people who don't read during the rest of the year (serial killers or accountants) look for printed stimulation in the holiday season.
And I don't mean Fifty Shades Of Grey, unless of course you're reading one of the 20 million copies sold. And what are the chances of that?
I have a voracious appetite. (For books. We've left the whole sadomasochism thing behind, keep up.) I packed so many paperbacks one year it took two muscly Italian waiters to carry my case into the hotel. That was a good year.
Hubby searches my luggage for hidden hardbacks with more fervour than customs officials looking for drugs.
I've admitted weight limit defeat: I've bought a Kindle. I can hear my dust jacketed friends weeping softly. "Don't worry, books, I'll read you at home. Then buy you again digitally to finish while I'm away!"
I'm a covert convert. Kindles are so light. If I finish everything I can download a book I really want, instead of resorting to the Penny Vincenzi with the missing pages someone's abandoned in the room.
I've even overcome the ugly grey plastic e-reader aesthetic. Why do all electronics companies, bar Apple, think that's attractive? I fixed mine with Blue Peter sticky-backed plastic.
I was set to travel with my new toy. I ran round the house waving the device like a mobile phone, trying to get signal, trying to download half of Amazon. It wasn't having it.
You don't get that with a paperback. Let me know if you see any muscly Italians...
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