*Press play, and read on Kindle-kins.
Dear Kindle,
It's not what you think. I didn't even want to go into the Apple store; the iPad was just a one time thing. Its battery life isn't even close to yours, the glare is ridiculous, and its name is grammatically incorrect. The whole time that I was playing Angry Birds, Plants vs Zombies HD, Death Worm, and Rock Band (reloaded for the iPad), I only thought of you.
The time I spent in that store was absolutely empty, a cheap and ill considered quickie, compared to the hours we've spent together. We've built a library together. You can't just throw time like that away. Think about all of the highlighting, the percentages of books yet to finish. I love you for Tolstoy, Twain, Eugenides, Wallace, Ishiguro, and so many countless others. I love you for your database, wifi, AND your conveniently slender form.
Please come back to me. I need you. My brain is turning into mush as I've watched all of the cerebral foreign dramas available to stream instantly for free on Netflix. Come back soon! Please! I promise to charge you like you've never been charged before.
Love,
Goat
