I've just ordered my Kindle, and felt the world would wish to know. (Early-onset blogo-narcissism, clearly.) A strange name, don't you think? Burning books, as widely noted, does spring irresistibly to mind. And a peculiar-looking object too. I'm wishing the Apple design team had given it a once-over, as soon as they had stopped laughing. But the functionality is the draw, especially for one who, for the first time in his life, has finally run out of bookshelves and acceptable substitutes for bookshelves and, over the course of the cycle, is now having to discard a book for every new one he buys. Like pay-go rules for Congress, an intolerable state of affairs.
You don't have to tell her how big she is. You don't need to touch her belly.