Lovers of print are simply confusing the plate for the food.

It seems to me that anyone whose library consists of a Kindle lying on a table is some sort of bloodless nerd.

Books smell and feel better. They have that wonderful thingness of turning the pages.

The e-reading revolution may have reached our shores this year but it has yet to reckon with Australia's summer holidays. Intense sunlight plays havoc with screens and the sand invades every nook and cranny, so as convenient and sexy as your new iPad may be, the battered paperback, its pages pocked and swollen from contact with briny hands, will likely remain the beach format of choice for a few years yet.

And I thought Ereaders could not become any more dreadful.