Books

Rita got me the Kindle for my birthday. How cool is that? It is a pretty appropriate gift given my propensity to read these big non-fiction tomes while criss-crossing the country. Seriously, in 2007 and 2008, I read the book “Harry S. Truman” by David McCullough. At 975 pages, the book was akin to carrying around the actual bodyweight of our 33rd president. Given that I read about 3 pages an hour…the book saw me through two winters. Which means it traveled from Evansville to Philly to Rio to home. If they had stamped it like a passport, it would have at least become interesting.

So a Kindle should be MUCH more convenient. At first, I was a little ambivalent about the Kindle because I wondered how I could pretend to be smart to the people sitting next to me on the plane. Oh well...everytime I think I am going to impress the person sitting beside me with my newest historical opus, they pull out something like the Bible and I feel foolish.

Actually, I have fairly diverse taste in books. My recent shipment from Amazon consisted of “Are You There Vodka, It’s Me Chelsea” and “Gandhi and Churchill”. I’m sure they were all equally offended by the company being kept in the shipment box. Guess which of the two I actually finished.

Well…gotta run, time to download Sarah Palin’s new autobiography.