Somewhere in the dark, in the cold, in a box that's in a box, my Kindle sleeps.

Well, no, not any more - it's very likely right now it's on a bumpy truck heading closer and closer, but none the less, at this moment it's still flawless, no fingerprints, no dents, nothing to identify it from a billion sisters and brothers. When I am slightly less poor, I'll order a ton of skins for it, but right now, I just think of it drawing closer. The book thief being given the antidote. Not that such a thing can be cured. It's like putting a day job into the hands of Jack Sparrow.... Well, actually, it's exactly that: I am going to get promoted into a book pirate :D

Yaaaarrr!! :D