Have You Ever Lost Your Kindle?
Last weekend I felt I could not put Kristy Berridge’s The Damned down long enough to spend twenty minutes on the treadmill, so I took it to the fitness center at my apartment complex. You guessed it. I left it there. It’s not the first time… … I’ve done this. In fact, I’m pretty good at leaving life’s necessities in all kinds of places. For instance, I have a line item in my budget for umbrellas, because I leave them on the bus at least a dozen times a year. And it’s not the first time for a Kindle, either. Last summer I left one in the laundromat. It was never recovered! The initial reaction… … was panic. I mean, my Kindle is on a par with my laptop and my cell phone, things I got along fine without fifteen years ago, but which the absence of now can bring on episodes of post traumatic stress disorder. My life revolves around my Kindle. It’s not just all the books on there I love, neatly arranged into collections such as Richelle Mead, George RR Martin...