I may have lost the “Kindle Race” I had with K's sister a couple of weeks ago – but today is the day I win. The package from Amazon arrives in the office in the middle of the morning, and when I've quickly charged it up I have fun showing it off around the office and infuriating the slightly luddite anti-eReader contingent in attendance. This being the publishing industry, it's probably natural to be suspicious of this new technology and its potential role in the decline of printed books – but I've decided to embrace it and, like the music industry a few years ago, the publishing industry will only properly survive if it does too. This is not the end of printed books – art, photography and children's books, for example, will always look better and be better loved in print – but why not pay to download the unsentimental paperback one might otherwise have bought and discarded? It's better for the environment at any rate.
I get home and make dinner before getting the Kindle out and having a proper play around. I decide to download Stephen Fry's new autobiography – which seems in the spirit of the technology, such is Fry's devotion to it – and start reading at around 7pm with a record playing. Looking up from the book some time later I'm shocked to see that it's after midnight. Celebrity biographies are always quick reads, I find, but this one is particularly engrossing and I so much enjoy the reading experience on the Kindle that I don't find myself wanting to stop for a long time. I do need to, though, so I trudge reluctantly to bed.
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