I think you have to send the PDF to Amazon and they send it to your device.

I look at the Cybook and drool too.

actually - reading reviews looked like there was software from google that let you read PDF. Most of the readers use proprietary software - ( so none of them are really worth the money). and since Sony decided the reader was sexier than me, (ad: sexier than a librarian) I didn't really look at it. and it looks like it can do audio content too.

(I've seen the Sony reader. You've got nothing to worry about.)

From the Amazon about your amazonkindle docs (uh, a PDF):

Formats natively supported are: .AZW, .PRC, .MOBI, .MP3, .AA and .TXT.

From what I read around you have to have Amazon convert the PDF for you, but perhaps you could copy and paste it into a TXT yourself.

I have found a work-around for my pdf files using the MobiPocket Creator.

( quote is from one reviewer - I saw several that were similar last night) so, not PDF, but work arounds are possible. but since I have never done it, I don't know how practical that is.

And someone was saying you have to email your documents to your kindle's email...and Amazon charges ten cents an email.

Powells website (where I am a guest blogger next week, incidentally) has a nice Q&A feature. I liked this bit from Jeff Parker, in response to the question "Have you ever made a literary pilgrimage?":

Every summer when I'm in Russia I go on a Dostoyevsky Walk, a little tour cooked up by my friend James Boobar. The creepiest part is at the end of the tour, where we trespass our way up the stairwell of this old apartment building to the top where sits the supposed door of the pawnbroker (there is controversy as to whether this would be exactly the door Dostoyevsky imagined). There's all this conflicting cheerleader graffiti up there, in twenty or so different languages, saying things like, "Don't do it, Raskolnikov" and "KIIl the bitch!" It's the only time in my life I ever felt a real slippage between an imagined fictional world and an actual place. It's creepy.

Has anybody here made a literary pilgrimage? I don't know that I have really. I guess going to Shakespeare and Co., and Cafe Deux Magots in Paris were pilgrimages. Whenever I go to Kayo Books in SF I'm conscious that I'm in Sam Spade's neighborhood (as well as McTeague's).

I've never been any place that was connected to an author that I really loved so they weren't pilgrimages really, but I've been to several author's homes. The best was Edgar Allan Poe's house in Philadelphia. The Parks Service runs it and during the tour they take you into his basement, turn off all the lights, and read a creepy short story of Poe's. (When I visited it was "The Masque of the Red Death.") It's a lot of fun.

When my father was posted to Moscow my mother joined him during the summers (her, not being crazy and all). When I went to visit I noticed that her Moscow residence library consisted entirely of post-Cold War Russian based spy thrillers, which made every jaunt a literary pilgrimage. It was really fascinating.

Visiting Bath was something of a Jane Austen pilgrimage for me. Actually, half of Britain was an, "I've read about this and now I'm HERE!" experience for me, but that was the strongest association.