The Amazon knows me. She understands me, because she send me all these wonderful gifts wrapped i brown recycled cardboard: books, CDs and DVD boxes.

She has a perfect understanding of my taste.

She knows that I listen to electronica, and not to folk rock. She knows that I read a lot of science fiction. She knows everything about American high quality cable TV and even managed to send me the DVD boxes of the British TV series Life on Mars I like so much.

It must be love.

My wife is not jealous, though. She laughs and says that it is no wonder that the Amazon sends me all these gifts. I have, after all, given her my credit card information. She can be so cynical, my wife.