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Pre-Kindle there were books.
Post-Kindle... books.
I do both. It used to bother me (like I was being untrue to myself or something) but I decided that the reading was more important than the medium. So I'm over it. I still buy books and treasure them, but I also read my Kindle daily. Or, more correctly, my Kindle app on Android phone and iPad. I don't actually have a Kindle.
My phone won't open that link....I'll never know what it's better than Kindle...
The Hay Festival. The entire town basically turns into a library. So beautiful.
Oh god I love Hay. I'm always banging on about it on here. I think I've posted pics in this thread somewhere. And it's a kindle free zone!
And as if I didn't love it enough, I was watching Robert Plant on Jools the other night and he said he met his current band members there at the festival.
There was a particularly gorgeous little bookshop last year that had me squirting from every orifice. They had some beautiful antique editions of children's books illustrated by Dulac, Rackham and Minnie Dibdin Spooner. I had to put gloves on to handle them and I didn't breathe. Think they were all over a grand. If I won the lottery...
Fata, I shall be checking my Euromillions with renewed care tonight. If I should be lucky you can have the whole shop. (Maybe leave me one of the Rackhams. Did they have any Tenniel?)
Bugger. Foiled again. It's starting to feel personal. I mean, what are the odds of not winning again? No squirty bookshop for you just yet, I'm afraid.
(I know what the odds are.)
Fuck.
I'd already written my notice for Phil. It had the words cunt, die, pathetic, stinking, arse and shove in it. You can fill in the blanks.