Good things come in small packages.

The iPod Nano, what a glorious little machine it is. I'd make love to it, if I could, I truly would.

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On a wholly unrelated note - do yourself an immense favour and read Carlos Ruiz Zafón's La Sombra Del Viento, or, if your Spanish is as rusty as mine, the excellent translation The Shadow Of The Wind.

This book, which belongs to the little known genre of 'magical realism' (an oxymororn if I ever saw one. Or is it?), is the story of a book within a book, a character within a character and a subplot within a subplot (ad infinitum). This book will capture you in a labyrinth of parallel timelines, which, at times, bounce off each other like a pebble across a pond, and at other times pierce right through each other's hearts, unexpectedly and unflichingly, leaving the reader enthralled and begging for more.

I never knew the English language could be so breathtakingly gorgeous. And that from a translation; all credit to translator Lucia Graves.

A few gems that caught my eye:

'A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.'

'God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil...'

'But the years went on in peace. Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don't stop at your station.'

'A lineup of ladies with their virtue for rent - and a lot of mileage on the clock - greeted us with smiles that would only have excited a student of dentistry.'

Just read this, will you?

Cheers