Okay, fine, laugh at me.
In the spirit of Whitman (“Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes”), I’ve just bought an e-reader. I picked it up on Amazon, cheap-ish, because I must admit that I’m finding it a strain to read the teeny-tiny type produced when I publish some PDFs as books.
Plus there’s this:
I can’t really be bothered with doing all that binding work over and over, nor trying to carry a few of these in my bag.
We’ll see how I like it when it arrives. I bought the Nook because it can apparently be “rooted” — made into a plain Android device rather than being a dedicated purchasing conduit for one particular shop (in the States).
But I want to stay human and use it as a way to take ideas along with me, not to have a toy that I’ve constantly got my nose in. I struggle enough with that on my computer.
Speaking of which, the haar is lifting, and the fella and I are going for a drive, so I must get a move-on.