In mid-November, I pooled two months of dishwashing/waitressing tips and therein betrayed all of my Luddite-minded, book-loving friends. I bought an Amazon Kindle, and am still convinced it is the best thing on planet Earth. I can acquire and begin to read almost any widely published book in less than a minute. The screen looks like an actual book, and staring at it for long time periods does not irritate my eyes remotely. I know that it’s awkward-looking and kind of ugly but I feel how mothers with hideous children feel, and it could not be more beautiful to me if than a giant iPhone. I can read tremendously embarassing books without anyone knowing. I can fall asleep with it on and wake up to see a screensaver of Oscar Wilde in an ostentatious outfit. The Kindle’s only flaw thus far is that everyone wants to touch it and look at it and ask questions about it and read over my shoulder and be appalled that I would ever spend so much money on the ability to read books on a screen. I do not care. I am in love.