The Amazon box was beside the guest room bed, on the floor. And Phil doesn’t read. Well, he reads newspapers and articles and non-fiction negotiation newsletters, but books? Only if they’re gifts. So there it is beside his pile of work papers. "What came from Amazon?" I want to know.
"I ordered some books."
I shot him that look, the one that says, "OJ, please."
"Books?! Why didn’t you just order a Kindle?" I want to know. Then I open the box… and reveal a kindle. For me. For Mother’s Day. Yah!
I’ve been talking about wanting one for a while now. Only I’d like to be able to highlight, copy, and paste quotes from books in emails to friends. I wonder if it does this. I’m thinking no, which is sad. The "Amazon Upgrade"–where you can access the paper books you’ve ordered on Amazon for an additional cost of about $7– says it lets you do this, but really, it doesn’t. And if you visit that same "upgraded" purchase more than a handful of times, even if you’ve paid for it, it locks you out. With copyright language. And it’s not compatible with a Kindle. So the upgrade is basically a complete waste. Just FYI.
But here’s what’s not: Buying New York Times Best-Selling Author Jen Lancaster’s latest memoir: Pretty in Plaid: A Life, a Witch, and a Wardrobe, or, the Wonder Years Before the Condescending,Egomaniacal, Self-Centered Smart Ass Phase
A YEAR AGO: Putting Yourself Out There
2 YEARS AGO: Be Impressive. Be-E Impressive.
5 YEARS AGO: Maritime Meat
