What happens to all the books?? How can I justify having whole walls of bookshelves with no books? I love the way they smell. The way they feel in your hands when you flip the pages. The notes you write to yourself in the margins and laugh at later. What about digging through piles in old bookstores and pulling out a dusty old gem with a beautiful inscription written in the cover? Piles of old discarded Kindles? I don't think so.
But to all of you with the cool Kindles, I hope you have them in equally fantastic covers. I'll be at the library if you need me.
Oh look, I can rationalize my need for a scooter while pulling out my Kindle, perfect.
Even DVF loves the Kindle with a little zebra print