Could you tell? Which of my recently reviewed books were ‘real’ books? Quite a few of them weren’t. And I’m a bit surprised, to be honest.
Review copies on the screen need to be either fairly short, so I can sit and read on* the computer in comfort. Or they need to be fully Kindle compatible. I received a few that were pdf novels and have designated the iPad for those, seeing as they went crazy on the Kindle.
Because the commonest thing for publicists to say these days is that they can’t send out hard copies of that book they are about to convince you to read. It’s OK. Their job is to get me the words, so that I can read those words and then say something here about them.
It’s more fun, and convenient, to read on paper. And the Kindle gets hard to sign. But the way things are, I won’t be seeing anyone to sign anything, will I? Besides, it’s not the publisher’s task to provide me with something for an autograph. Even if that is nice.
And now that I am buying more books, I can choose whether it’s an ebook or a paper book. And what I was thinking when I bought the new Skulduggery Pleasant as a hardback, is anyone’s guess. When I could have had it on the Kindle! My arms ache. The table next to my armchair is groaning under the weight. But I expect I was on autopilot. Have always bought ‘real’ books and am not stopping now.
Can’t take the Kindle to Oxfam. To give the books away, I mean. But if they are ebooks, I don’t really have to. My dusty shelves can lie in peace.
Speaking of which, Daughter has sort of promised she’ll climb the tall stool and dust the top shelf. And the books on it. They won’t know what hit them.
*That’s reading on the computer screen. Not me sitting on the computer, however comfortably. Obviously.