...but when I was given an electronic reader, I was hooked.
From the Daily Mail:
Last week, millions of people spent days kicking their heels in airports and hotels, thanks to the great flight shutdown. I had emails from several friends marooned and bored in unlikely places. I felt sorry for them, because they were not carrying Kindles.
I am no techno-freak, indeed I am often teased because I will not do texting. I first saw a Kindle two months ago, on a remote farm in Kenya where a visitor was reading that day's British newspaper on a slim wireless gadget with a screen measuring just under 10in diagonally. Then a friend turned up carrying another set, on which he read by the pool.
I demanded: when do you run out of space? Not soon, he said, because the memory holds 1,500 titles. I was impressed. But, being a traditionalist, I doubt I would have got around to buying one myself. Like many of us, I spend too much time peering into screens.
But then, back in England, my friend - who is amazingly generous and, let us be honest, rich - suddenly gave me an extraordinarily handsome present: a Kindle of my own, on to which he had downloaded a starter pack of a couple of hundred books which he knew to be my own favourites.
A month later, after a couple of working trips around America and Italy with my Kindle, I am hooked, an evangelist. Stuck in airports, eating alone in hotels, on long taxi trips between towns, Kindle kept me totally contented.