I’m on the road this week, braving the great American ice storm to visit my parents in New York and then my son up in Boston. I tell you, it makes me long for the relative moderation of a London winter.

While I have been travelling I’ve been using my new iPad all the time, not only for facebook, twitter, writing this blog and emails, but also for reading ebooks. The experience of the past few days has made me realise that the list of truths about ebooks that I posted last week is not quite complete. I have two more points now to add to the list:

* I have gotten used to eating alone in restaurants. It’s not so easy for a woman on her own to do. We tend to feel self-conscious and out of place. The solution is often to bury yourself in a good book. But it can be hard to eat and read at the same time. Both activities need your hands, especially if the book is of any size and weight. With a paper book, that means you are left to read between courses, and stare off into space as you munch. But with an ebook, you can put the device beside you on the table, turn the pages with a flick of a finger, and read while your hands are otherwise occupied wielding your cutlery. To me, this is a worthwhile advance, indeed.

* My mother is a voracious reader and I often pass books onto her that I know she will like. This practice of passing along books is a tricky one. Okay, it’s not so good for writers and publishers who would prefer books to be bought, not borrowed. But there is a wonderful sense of shared intimacy that can arise around sharing books, and that sort of special camaraderie is not to be taken lightly. But an ebook can not be shared. You can’t lend your device to someone else for a few months so they can read your new favourite book. All you can do is tell someone about the book and hope for the best. No, ebooks are not for sharing, and although this may be good for the industry, it might not be quite so good for civilisation.

So, I think this now covers all my discoveries about ebooks. Have I forgotten anything?