Let me just go on shortly about my love affair with Amazon's Kindle. I've had a Kindle since the first version, and have absolutely loved it ever since. I upgraded in the summer of 2011 to the Kindle Keyboard, and it was a beautiful and loving relationship. (I did defect to a Nook for a short while, but was unimpressed and went back to the Kindle...shhh!)
I so wish I had had one as a kid! I remember lugging a huge, over-stuffed backpack full of large books onto planes, and in cars for family trips between the ages of 7-14. Having a kindle would have saved me so much packing space, and I wouldn't have had to agonize over which books I could fit in my backpack.
Well on New Years Eve, after a few glasses of wine (okay, more than a few), I left my kindle on the side of the sink in the bathroom of our flat. All was well, until my husband, also a few glasses deep, went into the bathroom and for some reason decided to put the Kindle for "safe keeping" standing upright in it's case on the tippity-top shelf of our bathroom cabinet behind the mirror.
Cue my skipping in not thirty seconds later to look for makeup, open the cabinet and BOOM CRASH. It bounged off the sink and to the floor. All seemed well until it seemed frozen on a screensaver in sleep mode, and I could not get John Steinbeeck's face off.
Since it was technically both of our faults, I told my husband we could split getting me a new one sine he felt pretty terrible.
I'm always curious how long people tend to keep their e-readers before they pass on!
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