One can procure a Kindle for £111 and store thousands of tomes, from Tolstoy to Turgenev. This plastic beast is lighter than an apple -- the fruit -- and only needs new batteries once a month. However, as with the iPod, vast choice at your fingertips is not, necessarily, something to cherish. Remember those hours spent voraciously devouring that dog-eared, yellowing book, which smelt vaguely redolent of museums and mothballs? Ah, the nostalgia. Back down, newfangled critter.