I was on the train at the weekend and had a series of interesting musings I would like to share. Firstly there’s my kindle. I love it and its portable thousands of books (or in my case, dozens). It is marvellous on buses, train, thrown forgotten into my bag and providing me with salvation at the dullest moments. I’ve already waxed lyrical about its portability and travel-friendly aspects in the past. What I’ve also discovered is, if I upload a few novels at a time, I read at

I was doing some procrastination/ career research that involved google searching the words “Glasgow” and “publishing” and came across what I thought was an informative blog, notesfromtheintern . At first I read it from a purely scientific point of view for ideas about what the publishing world is like, but I soon became engrossed in what I believed was the author’s very open confessions. Thirty minutes on I realised I had been duped and I would like to applaud this experiment

“Well,” my sister said, “you of all people, want a Kindle?” Of course she had her reasons to be some bemused  at my turn around. I have been a bibliophile since I could remember, and dreamt of having a library bigger than in Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast”, with window seats, a ladder on a rail and a roaring fireplace. So now here I am with four-fifths of my book collection ready to be delivered to Oxfam, and a brand spanking new Kindle. What had happened? 1. Library Books My

I want one. Preferably for Christmas. Will take the wi-fi over the 3G version. I of course was at the forefront of Kindle-scoffers when they were first released. I lived in the second-hand bookshops of Otago Lane, the Grassmarket in Edinburgh, the Oxfam bookshop on Byres Road and countless others. The toppling towers of uncategorised books didn’t do it for me but the smell of old paper, an affable, grey-haired owner and some European students working the till as a part-time j