Kindle me now and I don’t if I’ll glow or blow up. The fuel is mixed. “It’s not an ebook reader. It’s a library,” says Neil Gaiman on a Kindle video on Amazon. “That’s one pricey library card!” says one blogger.

Me the librarian, me the business analyst for a book vendor, have been trying all day to ignite my brain for an idea that would out-kindle this… this, uhm, onslaught to the sanctity of the object of our affection, er, business, er habit.

Oh, Jeff Bezos. He stands there in his oh-so-casual t-shirt and oh-so-easy smile against a backdrop of a Seattle skyline. He knows he has a love affair with books that not even the bookiest of librarians or book vendor will ever experience.

Shh. Bezos saw the book in all its nakedness. You know, he saw the book between the covers and put it into that thingie and is now trying to arouse us all with the book’s potential digital omnipresence.

The philosoph in me glows to the paradox – the book contained, the book freed. Something to think and feel about even as I weigh the $399 whisper(net)link to Amazonland.