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That might be a good plan. My huge backlog of unread paper books remains in my nightstand getting dustier, untouched since I got my Kindle 18 months ago.
Every once in a while I look at the pile and actually think "I do want to read that, maybe I should buy it on Kindle" before deciding that ludicrous and I should just read the book. But the thought of actually lugging books around with me seems vaguely unpleasant to me at this point. How can it possibly be true that I ever read thick hardcover books one-handed standing on BART? How is it I subjected myself to the silent scrutiny of others by so ostentatiously displaying exactly what I'm reading and how far along I am in public places? Oh the horrors of my pre-technological past.
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