Note to self: Never say never.
I've been anti e-readers since I first heard of them so it was a surprise to find myself bitten with the must-have bug last weekend and in true impulse buyer mode, I bought a kindle...
Look how neat and pretty it looks on my overflowing book shelf of read but must keep books. And it's already filling up with goodness. So far I have 6 novels, one short story collection that has been living on my computer for some time (looking at you Mr Polson), one very special story collection that I can't talk about (but just did in a way, I suppose), and three samples downloaded from Amazon. Actually, that doesn't sound like much at all.
Now, my pretty little kindle doesn't have a name. For a short time I was calling it lemon as in a wasted purchase (which I almost hoped it would be, but it isn't). Then I looked up 'lemon' in the urban dictonary. Oh dear, I can't call it that. Gulp! So I now need another name for it. Suggestions welcome.
To continue the madness, I should note that my dictaphone is called Walter and my laptop Mr Grim. I suspect I'm mad. I suspect you suspect I'm mad too. I suspect we're all right.