I'm currently in the throes of addiction.
See, I love to read. I have everything Jack Vance has published as far as I know, loads of Larry Niven, the best books from Robert McCammon (avoid his early horror stuff- he didn't really find his voice until Swan Song), loads of Asimov, have been through the entire Travis McGee series, and have the complete Sherlock Holmes... on the list goes. I had just started reading Pratchett when I got laid off and had to stop buying a couple of books a week.

Enter the Kindle.

My wife travels a lot for work, and invariably lugs along about eighty pounds of books and articles. Her father wanted to get her a birthday present, so I suggested a Kindle- she can load it with PDFs of articles and scanned chunks of books and whatnot, and cut back on the weight of her luggage. He bought her one, and I loaded a bunch of her files into it and showed her how to work it. She grudgingly agreed that it made sense, but it languished around.

Then my son spotted it. "Hey Dad, I downloaded a torrent of e-books. Want me to load them on here for you?"

"Sure, why not." I handed him the Kindle and its cord.

It now had all of Pratchett's books in it, as far as I can tell, and Sherlock Holmes and The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and its sequels and loads of others that I've been wanting to read. It has 980 books on it, to be exact.

They finally had to get me my own so I would let her have hers back.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 5 Jan 2012, 15:03, Reply)