My Kindle (#74). When the Kindle first came on the market, I loathed the very idea of it. After all, I used to work in book stores. My house is loaded with books! I love the feel of paper, the weight of a good book in my hand. . . And magazines! I LOVE magazines!
I know I've written about it before, but my major neurosis is that I can't stand if someone picks up and thumbs through a magazine before me. I'm the mental case grabbing the latest Vogue from the bottom of the pile, and no, you can't just look inside it if I haven't gone through it yet. It's ruined to me if I stumble across someone's crumbs (gah!) or—possibly worse—water spots that show it's been used as bathroom reading by someone else.
Anyway, in the interest of keeping the peace in my house (he deserves some shelf space too), I bought one. And I love it. I can subscribe to the New Yorker (#73) again, because I know it won't pile up around the living room. Nor will it be brought into the bathroom by anyone but me!
Oh, and e-books! The instant gratifcation of deciding to read something and just downloading it to my little treasure is indescribable. Don't get me wrong—I still buy book books (#72) too. My Kindle doesn't replace my books, it merely supplements the supply.