But I digress, I took the e-reader for a test drive. The book was called "The Shadow of the Wind," written by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Fantastic book. Great writer. In hindsight, it probably helped the e-reader's case. When I finished the book, I promptly drove to the book store and bought a paperback copy for my bookshelves (all my favorites have a home there). And herein lies the problem (at least for me). I just like the feel of a book. The smell of the pages. I read with pencil in hand, underlining well-crafted passages, scribbling notes in the margin. I realize that the latest e-readers will allow me to do the same thing, electronically. I do. It's just not the same.
Don't get the wrong idea, I'm pretty tech-savvy. I'm also socially driven. I manage two blogs, two twitter accounts, two Pinterest accounts and a Facebook page. I'm not inept with technology (unless you put a pc in front of me...I may burst into tears).
My point (and I do have one) is that some things are sacred. And for me, one of those is books. In their natural form - paper (sorry, trees).
Nevertheless, Chicken Soup for the Soul contacted me yesterday. They are running a promotion on 12 of their books: offering the Kindle version for just $4.99. Three of these happen to be books in which I am published. So, if you're interested in any of these titles (caution: blatant self-promotion around this curve...) you can click the title to purchase at amazon.com (or any other e-book retailer).
CS: Think Positive
An excerpt from my story ("A Positive Step"): "I don’t want her to go,” I whispered conspiratorially to my brother. At fourteen, he was three years older and, from my 11 year-old perspective, much braver than me. Not only did I look up to him, but I trusted him to stand up for me, and to speak for me when I was too afraid. And he did.
CS: My Dog's Life
An excerpt from my story ("A Healing Friendship"): We are in a tiny exam room at the vet and Jack has flown into a tantrum so wild, even the animals are shocked into silence. The veterinarian, Dr. V., had just asked to keep Biscuit overnight for observation. At six, Jack had already been through the loss of two beloved dogs, and he wasn’t about to let anyone take another. So the minute the assistant reached for her, Jack unhooked Biscuit’s leash, and unleashed his temper, kicking, biting and demanding they let her go, tears streaming down his bright red cheeks.
CS: Shaping the New You
An excerpt from my story ("Taking Care of Me"): The first time I stepped through the doors of a health club, I was thirteen. I was tagging along with my best friend, after I’d spent the night at her house. She had joined a local gym with her mom as a New Year’s resolution to lose a few pounds. I distinctly remember an oval-shaped room, with a track running around the outside, and weight machines scattered throughout. Tracy headed for the track. I plopped down ceremoniously in the carpeted area in the middle of the track, laid down, and proceeded to go back to sleep.
Despite my preference for paper books, I'm going to purchase the e-book edition of each of these. Then again, I'm partial. Maybe the more familiarity I have, the more comfortable I'll become with this format. And who knows, maybe my mom will get herself a debit card...
