Count me among the people who won’t be getting a Kindle.  I get it – the reason why some people like ‘em.  To be able to carry thousands of books in your hands is a mighty tempting thing.  This isn’t about the recent debacle where Amazon deleted copies of 1984 from folk’s e-readers (oh, the delicious irony), although that is reason enough to avoid it.

No, my problem is that the very thing it gives – a large variety of reading materials in your hand – is exactly what I don’t like.  Sometimes the more choices, the shorter the attention span.  When I travel, I take one, maybe two books.  That’s it.  I always finish them.  When I take more, I tend to bounce between them and never finish one.  With a Kindle?

I’d be lucky to finish a paragraph…