Today I performed in the Tucson production of Video Games Live. (Which, BTW, is completely ridiculously awesome and made me want to come home and play video games instead of reading.)
So the alto next to me is reading from an Amazon Kindle.
I am alternately fascinated and repelled by those things. I think I’d really miss my books. And my book covers. And the satisfaction of looking at a stack of books and saying, “yes, I’ve read all those.” But there’s also the lure that those things can store like…30,000 books.
Now I feel like I’ve been unfaithful. Excuse me while I go apologize to my books.