Free kindle ebook: Over Fields of Fire: Flying the Sturmovik in Action on the Eastern

[Dano]

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Over-Fields-Fire-Sturmovik-ebook/dp/B005ATWROS/ref=sr_1_27?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1323980978&sr=1-27

[335th_GRAthos]

Fantastic,


for those with UK Amazon accounts :(
335th_GRAthos, the Kindle Store on Amazon.co.uk is for UK customers only. To shop for titles available for your country, please visit Amazon.com.

Lucky you :)

[JG52Uther]

No kindle! :(

[Dano]

Pffft... pathetic excuses.

Fantastic,


for those with UK Amazon accounts :(


Lucky you :)

http://www.amazon.com/Over-Fields-Fire-Sturmovik-ebook/dp/B005ATWROS/ref=sr_1_27?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1323980978&sr=1-27

No kindle! :(

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000423913&tag=googhydr-21&hvadid=7117595286&ref=pd_sl_5taagv9eoy_b

[brando]

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Over-Fields-Fire-Sturmovik-ebook/dp/B005ATWROS/ref=sr_1_27?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1323980978&sr=1-27

Thanks, Dano, well spotted! :) I love the free ones! :D

B

[brando]

Oh, and thanks also for the link to the Kindle for PC reader - fabulous!

It's quite something to leave the big banana with presents - it feels like Christmas :D

[JG52Uther]

Pffft... pathetic excuses.



http://www.amazon.com/Over-Fields-Fire-Sturmovik-ebook/dp/B005ATWROS/ref=sr_1_27?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1323980978&sr=1-27



http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000423913&tag=googhydr-21&hvadid=7117595286&ref=pd_sl_5taagv9eoy_b

Thanks Dano!

[335th_GRAthos]

Pffft... pathetic excuses.

Would have been too easy...
This title is not available for customers from your location in: XXXX XXXX (change region)

But you may be right, I will try my VPN.... ;-)

~S~

[Sternjaeger II]

I'm sorry but I don't really get all the hype about the Kindle: to me it's like a steam engined aeroplane :confused:

Maybe cos I like keeping my books on my shelf, or maybe cos if I lose a book it won't cost me 90 quid to get me a new one.. I dunno.. it's likely it will end up like the minidisc or dat tapes..

EDIT:
see if there's something you might like here
http://www.digitalbookindex.org/_search/search010hstmilitaryaviationa.asp

[Dano]

I'm sorry but I don't really get all the hype about the Kindle: to me it's like a steam engined aeroplane :confused:

Maybe cos I like keeping my books on my shelf, or maybe cos if I lose a book it won't cost me 90 quid to get me a new one.. I dunno.. it's likely it will end up like the minidisc or dat tapes..

EDIT:
see if there's something you might like here
http://www.digitalbookindex.org/_search/search010hstmilitaryaviationa.asp

Yeh, they're not selling well at all... http://news.cnet.com/8301-13924_3-57343700-64/amazon-were-selling-over-1-million-kindles-per-week/

Sorry but being able to have hundreds of books (many of them for free) in a device that takes up less space than a single hardback is one of the main appeals for me, being able to download a new book on the spot without having to go to a bookstore or order it online is another. The ability to change font size for comfortable reading another... I could go on...

[JG52Uther]

Funny I was having this exact same conversation with my son this morning! I can certainly see the positives of having so many books downloaded on one small device, but I can also see the downside of dropping it and losing it all!
For a businessman travelling a lot, stuck on a boring flight or in a hotel room etc the kindle must be a godsend.

[KG26_Alpha]

An excerpt from the book.



Soviet Memories of War series, edited by Artem Drabkin. Previous volumes in this series:



Led astray by a rainbow


I’d made my choice – I was going to be a professional pilot! Nothing else would do! One cannot split oneself into two halves, one can’t give one’s heart to two passions at once. And the sky has a special claim on one, completely engaging all one’s emotions…

I remember the send-off as a bright sunny festival, although the day was quite likely to have even been overcast. But…my friends’ smiles, laughter and jokes – all this so dazzled me and so turned my head, and my joy, overfilling me, so fogged my vision…When the train had taken off I, by now on the carriage platform, stared ahead for a long time, blinking with half-shut eyes, failing to make anything out…

In Ulyanovsk, I rushed straight from the train station to the Venets1 – the highest spot above the Volga. And such an inconceivable space opened up before me from up there, such an expanse that it took my breath away! Here it was before me – the mighty Russian river that had given Russia the bogatyrs2…And what a wonder, above the Volga covered by young December ice, a rainbow began to shine. It threw its multicoloured yoke from one bank to the other across the whole blue sky – and this in the wintertime? Yet maybe I had just imagined it? But I was already laughing loudly, sure that it was a rainbow, and that it was a sign of luck. Again just like back at the Kazan train station in Moscow, waves of joy were coming from my chest and their splashes were curtaining the horizon with a rainbow mist. It had been no easy ride – exams passed brilliantly, approval given by a nitpicking medical board – and I had been enrolled as a flying school cadet!

…We had already been issued with uniforms: trousers, blouses with blue collar patches, boots with leggings. It seemed I had never worn a better outfit in my life although it was obviously a bit big for me. In a word I liked everything in the school from reveille and the physical exercises up to marching with a song before bedtime. We studied a lot. I did well in the classes. But once…I still see that day as a terrible dream.

“Cadet Egorova! The school commander’s calling you.”

When I entered the office and reported as one should, everyone sitting at the table met me with silence and just stared at me gloomily. I remember standing at attention and waiting.

“Do you have a brother?” I heard someone’s voice, and answered:

“I have five brothers.”

“And Egorov Vasiliy Alexandrovich?”

“Yes, he’s my elder brother.”

“So why have you concealed the fact that your brother is an enemy of the people3?”

For a moment I was taken aback.

“He’s not an enemy of the people, he’s a Communist!” I shouted in anger, wanted to say something else, but my throat dried up straightaway and only a whisper came out. I could no longer see the faces of those sitting in the office and heard little – only my heart throbbing stronger and stronger inside my chest. It seemed that my brother was in trouble and I knew nothing about it…From somewhere I heard, like a sentence:

“We are expelling you from the school!”

I don’t remember leaving the office, changing into my civilian clothes in the cloakroom, the gates of the flying school shutting behind me. They had taken the sky away from me…That rainbow had led me astray…I hadn’t found happiness…And again I found myself on a steep river bank, but this time not up on the Venets but far out of town. I searched through my pockets, found my passport, Comsomol4 membership card, a small red certificate with the Metro emblem on the front – the Government’s token of appreciation for my participation in the first stage of the Moscow Metro construction. That was all I had.

In agonising torment and anxiety I decided to go to see my mother in the village. There, in my native land of Tver I would be always understood and supported. But I suddenly thought: I haven’t even got a kopeck – not even enough for a passage ticket. And then I headed for the City Comsomol Committee…

2

My native land


Basically our village of Volodovo, lost in woodland between Ostashkovo and ancient Torzhok, had only one street. By 1930 it had only 45 houses. In summer everyone went to pick mushrooms and berries in the forests and coppices of Glanikha and Mikinikha, in Zakaznik and up on Sidorova Hill. But the main occupation of many generations in our land was flax. When it was in blossom it was impossible to tear your eyes away from the blue sea, and when it ripened it would become a sea of gold! And what great air there was in the many-grassed fields and meadows! And how crystal clear the springs were in Veshnya and Pestchanka, Lotky and Yasenitsa!

After I finished year four of the Sidorovskaya village school my mother decided to send me away to Torzhok and enroll me in a gold-embroidery school. But in a week I began to ask to go home for I understood that I would be unable to sit all day long over embroidery. I had understood even with my child’s mind that one has to have to have a vocation for such a craft. They didn’t make a gold embroiderer of me. But there was no place to continue my education, for there was no secondary school in our area and my elder brother decided to take me to Moscow.

I liked it at my brother’s, especially the warm arms of one-year old Yurka. He wouldn’t let me away from him day or night, and if I chanced not to be next to him he would begin crying so, that he awoke everyone in the apartment. I didn’t go to school for I had a headstart on studies by two months. I went for walks with Yurka, with children from our courtyard in Kourbatovskiy Lane, helped at home, and ran to the bakery to buy bread.

In the winter they set up a skating rink in our courtyard. With home-made wooden skates tied with strings to our valenki1 we managed to trace out some kind of figures on the ice. I happened to be at the circus when Grandfather Dourov2 performed in person. My brother took me once to the Bolshoi Theatre. I remember that the opera Prince Igor was on and I remembered Prince Igor’s aria for the rest of my life.

Looking ahead somewhat I recall that once I would have to listen to this aria as a POW of the Germans. An Italian POW named Antonio would sing it until he was shot dead by the Hitlerites…Years later when my second son was born I would call him Igor…

Thus, with all the variety, discoveries and delights of early teenage life my first Moscow winter went by. The next summer Yurka and I were sent to the village. It turned out that at long last they had opened a seven-year school in Novo village and it was decided that I would go there to study. The new school was a seven-year CYS3 and I entered Year 5 there. Seven kids from our village went there. Every day we had to cover five kilometres there and five kilometres back – in frost, under rain, on roads covered by snow and through impassable mud. Only two of us stayed on till year 6: Nastya Rasskazova and I.

Nastya and I went to the graduation ball dressed “to kill” as they said in our village. We wore black skirts made of ‘devil’s skin’4, white calico blouses with sailor collars and white socks and rubber-soled shoes on our feet. We sang, recited poetry and danced at the ball. They entreated me and Nastya – would-be sailors – to dance to Yablochko5 and we joyfully kicked up our heels with all our might.

Along with our graduation certificates we all received recommendations for further studies. Guryanov and I were recommended for teachers’ college, Nastya Rasskazova for agricultural school. Nikitina, Mila, Lida Rakova were recommended for 9-year school and to continue studying at university.

3

The underground


The papers were calling us to the 5-year-plan construction sites and almost all of our graduating class left for different places. Everyone wanted, as it was said back then, to take part in the ‘industrialisation of the country’. We were eager to work and to study.

That summer my brother Vasiliy spent his vacation in our village. He helped mother mow hay for the cow and stocked firewood for the winter. He told us a lot about Moscow, construction sites, and about the underground railroad – the Metro – which was to be built in Moscow.

“What for?”, mother asked.

“To get to work faster”, Vasya1 answered. “In many developed countries Metros were built even in the middle of last century, in London, New York, Paris…”

We were all were surprised by my brother’s knowledge and most of all by the fact that a Metro would be built in Moscow. This word had not been heard before! I had already decided for myself that I would go with my brother and try to find a job on this mysterious construction. But when I advised mother of this she began to object, and lamented “I’ve brought my kids up and now they all are going to fly away from their native nest and I’ll be left alone”. Vasya convinced mother I would definitely keep studying in Moscow and on that we left.

Upon arrival in the capital the first thing I did was to go and look for a district Comsomol committee. I gingerly entered the building and began to guess which door I should knock on.

“What are you looking for, young lady?” a man dressed in overalls asked me.

“I want to work for Metrostroy2!”

“Are you a Comsomol member?”

“Yes!”

“Write your application”, the chap suggested, and asked a passing girl: “Where shall we send her?”

“And what can she do?”

“Nothing yet” he answered for me.

“Then send her to the Metrostroy Construction School FZU”3

“Alright!”

And right there in the corridor, on the window sill, the man immediately wrote me the school’s address on a piece of paper: 2, Staropetrovskj-Razumovskiy Passage.

And off I went. In the FZU during the entrance examination I was told that the Metrostroy badly needed fitters. I didn’t know what fitting was or what it was for but answered firmly, “Alright, I’ll be a fitter!”

The Metrostroy was a Comsomol construction site and everyone was supposed to choose not the job he wanted but the one for which there was a demand. Three and a half thousand Communists, fifteen thousand Comsomol members in overalls, hard hats and metrokhodkas4 were the vanguard of this remarkable construction effort. And this would ensure its success: in a short period – three years – the first stage of the underground was ready. The work was hard but no one was disheartened and the girls didn’t want to lag behind the blokes in anything. The doctors didn’t want to let us work underground but we kept getting permission for it anyway.

But so far, I kept studying at the Metrostroy FZU. We had four hours of practical work and four hours of theory daily. The study was not easy: for us new chums, wire-cutters that were a toy for an instructor would become heavy and fall out of our hands when we tried to twist wire or cut it. And it was even harder to understand blueprints! So as to live closer to the FZU I moved to a hostel located nearby. It was a whole township of barracks. There were four large rooms in a barracks with three rows of beds in each and a table in the middle. We did our lessons and drank tea at this big table. There were no breakfasts, lunches or dinners as such for us. You couldn’t get up to much on the 28 roubles we were getting!

In 1928 the ‘Three Prelates’ Church near the Red Gate5 was demolished. The No.21 shaft of the Metrostroy was sunk there and later on in 1934 the entrance hall of the ‘Red Gate’ Metro station was built. It was right there in the shaft precinct that we made the first slabs for the joists of the concrete ‘sleeve’ of the tunnel. All the slabs were lifted onto a gantry, from there loaded into a cage, and let down into the shaft. Back then during the first stage of the Metrostroy only loads were carried down the shaft and pulled up it, whereas the pit workers went up and down using a ladder. I will remember that ladder all my life – a narrow well or ‘pit-shaft’ and inside it an almost vertical ladder with narrow footholds. If someone was climbing up and another one down at the same time it was really hard to pass by each other. We had to take our gloves off for it was hard to hold on to the slippery rungs with them on. The light from our feeble lamps was quickly lost in the thick darkness. And the gumboots of other miners following you would step on your hands as you held the rungs. How afraid I was going down into the shaft for the first time in my life! But the further I got from the surface the warmer I got and the lighter it was, and now we were already at a depth of 40-50 metres. Our reinforcing rods lay to one side and trolleys of earth were coming into the pit one after another and the cager was rolling them into the cage and sending them upwards.

The cager is a pit worker who receives loads and sends them up and down. He’s got a rubber jacket, gumboots and a wide-brimmed hat on and you can’t tell straightaway if he’s a man or a woman. He seems like a giant not only because of his dress but also because he so easily handles the trolleys loaded to the top with earth. But now the cage is gone and I see the cager, having taken off first his hat and then a small cap turned peak-backwards, straighten his bushy white hair…

We, yesterday’s new brigade of pals, shouldered our reinforcing rods and, bent over by the weight, strode forward through a gallery towards the tunnel where they would have to be put together precisely according to the design drafts and every crossover tied with wire. Then carpenters would make a casing and the concrete workers would pour concrete into it…We walked through the gallery in single file. It was hard to walk for the load was heavy and we wanted to throw it down, straighten up and have a rest. But we carried on lugging it and someone began to sing quietly “Through the valleys and across the hills…”

Suddenly I felt a sharp push, a flash as bright as lightning and then, darkness, and in the darkness cries…I had received a heavy electric shock…I came to my senses in the shaft precinct: I was being carried somewhere. Noticing an ambulance I got scared, broke away from the hands carrying me and dashed off onto the piles of gravel…

I spent three weeks in the Botkinskaya hospital and when I got back to the pit I found out that Andrey Dikiy had died. He had snagged a bare electric cable with the hooks of the reinforcing rods. The death of our workmate shook us all…

After discharge from the hospital I wasn’t allowed to work and the shaft committee6 offered me a place in a floating holiday home. I refused and decided to see my mother in the village. I hadn’t written her about my visit but when I got off the train at the Kouvshinovo station both my mother and my sister Maria – my godmother – were there to meet me.

“How did you find out that I’d be coming?” I asked my sister. Maria explained it simply, “Mum had some sort of dream, then she came over early in the morning and said: “Let’s go to meet Annoushka7 – she’ll be coming today”. And you know our mum – she’s like a commander – if she gives an order you carry it out without arguing!”

Mother stopped Maria, addressing me: “My girl, why have you grown so thin? And you’re so pale…”

“I’m trainsick”, I explained, “you know how winding the railroad beyond Torzhok is, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, God forbid”, mum said. We got into a cart and went to Volodovo…

My holiday flashed past imperceptibly and now I was at the shaft again. From September I’d been studying at the Metrostroy workers’ faculty – sometimes in the mornings, sometimes in the evenings – in shifts. We worked six hours a day, never sparing ourselves no matter what. Sometimes we stayed in the shaft for two shifts in a row. Once, having worked the evening shift, I stayed for the night. I remember that we were binding fittings in the tunnel. My arms grew terribly tired, lifted all the time holding up the wire-cutters. And it was muggy and hot in the tunnel and I was desperate for a sleep, especially by morning. Someone, curled into a ball, had fallen asleep on a step of the scaffolding. And suddenly, as if on purpose, the head of the shaft Gotseridze and the Narkom8 for Railways came down underground. Noticing the sleeper they stopped.

“Why are there children in the shaft?” The Narkom asked sternly.

“They are Comsomol members”, Gotseridze answered.

“Send them up top immediately!”

They would have too, had we not mutinied. Standing up by fair means or foul for our right to work in the shaft we added years to our age. It was harder for those who were not tall enough. In a week it was all sorted out – we were tying fittings again but doing our best not to catch the bosses’ eyes.

There was such an atmosphere on our shaft that everyone rushed to the pit-face with a kind of joy, with pleasure. It was a blessing – to go to work cheerfully and to consider yourself useful and necessary to the people. To be conscious of the fact that something done by you, by your hands, would remain in your dear land! Nowadays, so many years later, no matter how many times I ride through the ‘Red Gate’ Metro station it seems to me to be the most beautiful. And when they say there are better ones I get angry. My Comsomol youth is set firm in this station, in the cold stone…

What can I say, we, the youth, had amazingly high morale back then. We always wanted to do something, to learn something. In the beginning Tosya Ostrovskaya and I passed tests to get a “Ready for work and defence!” badge9, a “Ready for medical work in defence!” one10, then for the “Voroshilov marksman”11 and even this wasn’t enough. We joined a choir, and began to go to Sokolniki12 for roller-skating. Tosya skated well but I had already smashed my elbows and knees but stubbornly kept getting up from the asphalt, kept practising and at long last – hurray! – I learned how.

4

Out of the pit and into the sky


Once in the shaft lunchroom I read a recruiting notice for the Metrostroy aeroclub glider and flying groups. Only recently the Comsomol’s IX Conference had put out the call: “Comsomol members – take to the air!” Once we were visited at the Metrostroy by some field editors from the Comsomol’skaya Pravda newspaper promoting it. At the same time our own paper – Udarnik Metrostroya1 – reported that the Metrostroy aeroclub had been granted territory for an aerodrome not far from the Malye Vyazemy station, 4 U-2 biplanes and 3 gliders. Future airmen and parachutists were invited to pull up stumps and build a field aerodrome and hangars for the planes and gliders. Well, if they need stumping we’d do the stumping! To be honest, I’d secretly dreamed of flying for a long time, the way people dream about far countries, alluring but unattainable. And now, having read the recruitment notice I plucked up my courage and made the first step – I headed to the given address – 3, Kuibysheva Street.

I found the building I needed but was afraid to go in. I had already read all the posters, the wall newspaper, the notices hung in the corridor, but still couldn’t find the guts to approach the door marked “Entrance examination”.

“Who are you waiting for, young lady?” A serviceman in a flyer’s uniform asked me.

I couldn’t see his face: my eyes were fixed on a gold-embroidered badge on his sleeve – the Air Force emblem…Many years later POW airmen in the Kostrinskiy concentration camp would present me with exactly the same emblem. They braided a handbag from the straw they slept on and embroidered the Air Force emblem (an airplane propeller) on it with my initials: “A.E.” – Anna Egorova – and passed it to me in secret…But back then I began to say, stammering, that I longed to join the aeroclub’s flying school and had even brought an application.

“An application is not enough”, the airman said. “You need references from the site, from the Comsomol organisation, a medical certificate, an education certificate and a birth record. When you collect all the papers, come with them to the credentials committee. The committee will decide whether you’ll be accepted or not.”

Having thanked the airman, and inspired by making a start, I dashed outside and running at full speed rushed towards the Red Gate, to the pit. The Comsomol committee approved my decision but in the brigade…

“What’s got into you?” Vasya Grigoriev gloomily commented. “You’re better off going to an institute to study – let blokes do the flying.”

“And this weakling wants to be a flyer! She hasn’t got over her electric shock yet!” Tosya Ostrovskaya declared.

And her my bosom friend! We even slept together, so to speak – our beds stood next to each other in the dormitory, we worked in the same brigade, studied together at the workers’ faculty. Even our skirts and blouses were ‘interchangeable’: one piece for both of us. One day she wore skirt and blouse and I wore a dress, the next day it would be the other way around. Tosya dreamed of becoming a doctor but I hadn’t decided yet what to do and we used to argue a lot because of this. Running ahead I’ll say that Antonia Sergueevna Ostrovskaya would become a doctor and spend the whole war at the front as a surgeon. But back then she was keen for me to go to medical school together with her.

[Dano]

but I can also see the downside of dropping it and losing it all!

Losing all what? All you'd lose is one device capable of reading your books on if it breaks, all books and documents you've emailed yourself are stored on amazon's cloud for retreival. You can read on any device that has a kindle app which is most of them, iphone, android, windows phone, mac and pc.

[winny]

I'm sorry but I don't really get all the hype about the Kindle: to me it's like a steam engined aeroplane :confused:

Maybe cos I like keeping my books on my shelf, or maybe cos if I lose a book it won't cost me 90 quid to get me a new one.. I dunno.. it's likely it will end up like the minidisc or dat tapes..

EDIT:
see if there's something you might like here
http://www.digitalbookindex.org/_search/search010hstmilitaryaviationa.asp

I too have a really big collection of real books and I was a little reluctant to get an e-book.. I like books.

However the real appeal of e-books is that you can be thinking about a subject, Battle of Britain for instance and within 2 mins you can be reading a book about it. I bought First Light, A most dangerous enemy, 10 fighter boys, The Spitfire log, sharks of the sky (about the Me-262) and a book of HD photographs of WWII aircraft cockpits..(I could go on). They are all fully illustrated and easy to read. I use an ipad and the kindle app or ibooks. I also have all my PDF copies of various Spifire manuals in my ibooks app.

It's meant I've read some books that I simply never even knew about. There are 3 Luftwaffe pilot's memoirs on there that I'll be getting next pay day.

[Sternjaeger II]

mmmh yeah, I don't deny the practicality of it, but you kinda lose the sense of happening with it somehow... besides, it's kinda like you get access to more books that you will ever be able to read in a lifetime, I dunno... I have iBooks on iPad and I borrowed a Kindle for some time, I remember the most frustrating thing being the horrible effect you had when you changed page.. is it still like that or they improved it?

Another thing that I always loved is going to see a friend and having a nosey in his books collection.. it's kinda the same with Spotify: you have it all and dunno what to listen to..

[Sternjaeger II]

UPDATE: ok, I've downloaded it on the iPhone and iPad, I'll try and read it there and see what it feels like (although I know it probably reads better on the Kindle).

[winny]

The search on ibooks is horrible, if you type WW2 it won't find any World War 2, WWII or World War 2 or two books

... I agree about the more books than you could ever read statement, but if you want a nice reference library you can carry with you on a subject you like, then kindle app/ibooks/ipad is pretty good. I have nothing but WW2 Aviation stuff on mine.

There's lots of books on guns too ;)

[Dano]

I'd rather have more books than I can ever read than be stuck without a book at all, as for the page turn comment, seriously? You can't blink as you change the page or ignore it? Is it impacting what you're actually reading at all?

[Sternjaeger II]

There's lots of books on guns too ;)
Guns? I hate guns! :mrgreen:

[Sternjaeger II]

I'd rather have more books than I can ever read than be stuck without a book at all, as for the page turn comment, seriously? You can't blink as you change the page or ignore it? Is it impacting what you're actually reading at all?

Ok ok man,it's just that I work with a lot of hi-tech stuff and it's details like that that put me off things,sorry!

[335th_GRAthos]

OK, I guess I owe some gratitude to Amazon for their development, it is time to pay it back....
I am not working for Amazon or any company related to the promotion or similar.

I bought a Kindle last month as present to my wife.
It is the Kindle eReader, Wi-Fi, 15 cm (6 Zoll) E Ink Display
http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/03/kindle/tequila/dp/KT-aag-01._V166741776_.jpg
This is the Kindle but NOT my wife! ;)

My opinion on it is that it is one of the most amazing pieces of HW I have ever seen!
because:
- amazing battery life (a couple of weeks up to a month per charge, normal USB chargeable)
- extremely light (lighter than a paperbook)
- amazing screen technology! Never seen something like this, you can read under direct sunlight, even while wearing sunglasses, and the more light falls on to it, the more white (like a book page) the screen looks like.
- you can adjust the size of the text (the older you get, the bigger it has to be ;) )
- you can e-mail to your "Kindle-e-mail-address" (you get a specific one with the Kindle you bought) any PDF, DOC, etc file and within minutes it will be converted to Kindle-format and be sent to your Kindle (provided your Kindle is within WiFi network)
- All your books and files you sent to it are stored centrally at Amazon (you do not lose them if your Kindle get destroyed).
- You can share the books among the Kindles of your family (provided the Kindles are all under the same Amazon account).
- It costs 99USD or even less depending on the country.
- It saves a lot more space having a Kindle than filling up tons os shelves with paperbacks.

I am using it because I live in a country where it is very difficult to buy German books.
Now I can log into Amazon Germany, buy the book I want and within minutes it will appear in my Kindle. Previously, I would have to wait for weeks for a German paperbook to arrive (and it would cost me 2-3 times the cost of the book due to transportation costs).

My personal opinion as a user, Amazon did a great job with this Kindle model. And the price is right, too.

~S~

[brando]

+1

I've had mine about a year now and I've bought two of the new model; for my wife and my sister-in-law @ Christmas.

[Sokol1]

Remember when you whine because was hit by a tank in the Il-2?

http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/1114/tanksb.jpg (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/193/tanksb.jpg/)

:)

Sokol1

[retrojet]

Kindle? Nook? iPad? Can't stop the onslaught of progress... Can't wait till we plug our brains into the Virtual 3D world of online gaming... WW2: Total Immersion... Put on the sensory feedback suit.... Set the timer and go back in time... Mentallly and physically...

May require some form of medication... But what the hell! :twisted:

Reality and mortality suck!... Who's with me?! Raaaid?!!

:grin:

[RedToo]

Downloaded onto the Kindle app on my Windows phone. Where it is very easy to read. Thanks for the link Dano.

RedToo.