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I have a Kindle and I love it. My Kindle doesn't raise eyebrows when I'm impatient and want a new book right now. My Kindle doesn't make me feel guilty for taking up valuable shelf space with fluffy non-classics, or spending money to satisfy my vampire obsessed inner teenager. My Kindle is understanding of my obsessive-compulsive need to read the last chapter first, and it encourages me to mark pages and make notes in my books. Now don't misunderstand me, my Kindle doesn't keep me from buying actual paper and ink books, or forcing my poor family to wander through labyrinthine shelves and stacks to get from one room to another--but it has made a bit of a dent in my need for shelf space and it has made me very happy.
Last week, however, my Kindle betrayed me.
