May a woman fall in love with... a Kindle?

Yes, yes, yeeezzz..... oh yes!

I think I'm falling in love with an electronic device and I'm not the less ashamed to confess this...paraphilia? to you, who are my dear friends and who, I trust, will look at me with broad-mindedness and indulgence.

My Kindle has become, since it arrived home two weeks ago, one of my favourite gadgets and has nothing to envy any of the former most-loved ones. With its beatiful design, light weight, nice -so nice- touch it has stolen my heart. I was definitely seduced from the first moment it reached my hands and switched on all by itself when I plugged it in order to charge the battery.

But now I fear that within a few months I will find myself writing a post starting with "Hi, my name is Ronronia and I'm addicted" cause this is the list of the books I've bought so far: 

 

5 first books in the Charlie Parker's series, by John Connolly: Every dead thing, Dark hollow, The killing kind, The white road and The black angel. Ok, this is not sci-fi nor fantasy but the guy sees dead people so perhaps stretching the concept a little...I specially like two characters in those books, the unlikely gay couple formed by Loui, an enigimatic, large black man who was a hired killer but who now seems to be in semiretirement and Angel, a small white man and ex-burglar. Rich, hard as hell, introspective prose.


2nd, 3rd and 4th books in the Nightside series, by Simon R. Green: Agents of light and darkness, 
Nightingale's lament and Hex and the City (but we'll talk about this series in another post.) 

South: the story of Shackleton's 1914-1917 expedition by Shackleton, Sir Ernest Henry: and this one is free, free, free, can you believe it? (Please, if you have not done it yet, please read Cherry-Garrard's The Worst Journey in the World cause it's the best travel book ever and a most astonishing tribute to human ability to endure suffering)

Two curiosities by Mary Roach: Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex and Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, to read in fits and starts, and one by Gregory Leland, Stupid History: Tales of Stupidity, Strangeness, and Mythconceptions Throughout the Ages (and none exceeded 3$)

And finally, George R.R. Martin's A song for Lya and Portraits of his Children.

So now you know why I'm not posting about Dune just as planned and the reason is that posting about such a huge masterpiece needs its well deserved care and time and I'm at present absorbed by my new acquisitions.

By the way, have I already sponken of how confortable are the screen and keyboard in my superb brand-new Kindle?

I think I'm falling...