The other day I stumbled across a disturbing list. Apparently, my house is filling up with disturbing lists.
This time, the list belongs to Mr. Summy.
It's a list of possible Christmas gifts for me.
At the top is: Nook? Kindle?
I can vaguely recall a conversation of about a week about when Mr. Summy questioned me about these devices. Thinking we were having a state-of-the-art conversation about publishing, I merrily expounded away.
Now I see he was trying to determine my preference. Nook or Kindle? Kindle or Nook?
IS HE OUT OF HIS MIND????
We've been married almost 23 years. He should know exactly why I can NEVER own either a Nook or a Kindle.
I love a hot bath.
I read in a hot bath.
I fall asleep.
(Yes, a book was harmed in the making of this post.)