After the death of my fourth laptop in roughly 6 years, I waved my hands in the air erratically and exclaimed, "fuck it!" I shall not get another one for some time (save for the late birthday gift of a Netbook coming to me in August) lest I spread my computer-killing juju to another device.
Chained in shackles to a desktop computer, I was left in a quandary. Thanks to Kersten Hamilton (Tyger, Tyger), I was introduced to the wiles of NetGalley (of which if you have not perused, I highly recommend you do) wherein I amassed quite a collection of digital review copies to read. While a right pain in the ass to read on a laptop, I could still do it with some measure of comfort from my bed. With this last device's passing, I was stuck with nothing but a desktop and a wooden chair to quickly ease my ass into numbness and my eyes into blindness should I sit myself in front of its screen for extended periods of time.
What to do?
Since its invention I've railed against the teachings of the Kindle. "Give me an old-fashioned book!" I'd yell, for you cannot replicate that new book scent from a digitized screen. Although I'm wont to imagine that Amazon would surely release such a scented candle, only $5 with the purchase of its latest model digi-reader. But now with this collection of digital review copies and no reasonable way to read them, what choice am I left with?
Still, I did not want to go the way of the Kindle, for its price and its rather brutish clunkiness is a bit of a turnoff. So I traversed the wilds of Google for a more suitable match for myself and I must admit, I do believe I've found it amongst the forests of Sony. With its choices and Touch, how could I not be immediately drawn in?
After some decision-making, and consulting other like-minded explorers that had gone before me, I made my choice. The Sony Reader PRS-600 aka Touch was stowed away in my trunks and smuggled back to my abode. Here it is resting after its long journey -
Hopefully we are amenable to each other and this new find doesn't go by the way of its predecessors. Luckily for me, I tend to have better success with these smaller creature than I do their more complex brethren. And hopefully it doesn't wisen to the fact that, still, I treasure those traditional bindings over the intangible step-siblings. Wish me luck.