Readers, I would like to say a sad goodbye to my Kindle. Her name was La Grande Sophy, and she had been with me for nearly a year and a half. Well, she was replaced once by an identical copy of her. That was a seamless transition, and we pretend it never happened. She was a milky alabaster in color, with a keyboard and 3G.
I named her partly for Georgette Heyer's heroine, The Grand Sophy, but Frencher, because it was important that its name alphabetically came before Mike's Illustrated Primer. If you have two Kindles on the same account, the one that comes alphabetically first will be the default in the One-Click Buying drop-down menu, and I am the impulse shopper in this relationship. So La Grande Sophy she was, and she held my to-read pile with quiet dignity for a long time.
She was lost due to a foolish attempt on my part to cram her into my bike basket along with my laptop. I didn't think I was squishing her, but the next time I pulled her out, the screen was a mess, and she never came back. She was in her slipcover, too--supposed to be safe! May she rest in peace.
She has been replaced, after much deliberation and some expense, by Grimm, a slim, dark, handsome cousin of hers. He's mysterious, but is a teasing way. I suspect he might be some sort of vampire, but the good kind. He lacks Sophy's bright, tranquil alertness, but he makes up for it with the kind of illusion of casualness hiding careful attention that James Bond brings to his work. I think we'll get on well together.
Thank you for everything, Sophy. I'll miss you.