I think I just bought a Tardis.
(For the culturally deprived, the Tardis is how the long-lived British TV character Dr. Who gets around the galaxy. That’s not what makes it wonderful, though. The Tardis is bigger inside than outside.
Think about that. Drool over it. When you’re done hyperventilating, come back to this post. I’ll wait.)
Well, technically, what I bought is an e-reader. For my purposes, though, it really is bigger inside than outside.
I’ve only had it two days. I’ve barely started to put books in it. Mostly, so far, I’m loading it with –>FREE<– classics, the kind of books that are notorious for being really really long. At this point, I’ve got the equivalent of about 5700 pages wedged into the thing.
Depending on whether they’re paperbacks or hardbacks, that’s the equivalent of about 12 to 20 inches of shelf space, all crowded into a gadget about a quarter of an inch thick. And there’s room for more; lots more.
At last, I have a Tardis.