Just a few moments ago I checked my email only to see Barnes and Noble taunting me with the Nook Now, we all know I’ve declared undying love for my Kindle, and have spent lo these six months stuffing it full of everything from academic reading (to prove I’m deep) to romantic reading (to prove I’m sensual) to books about the end of the world (to prove I’m…I don’t know…grisly?) In fact, the only reason I was checking my email was because my Kindle was running low on batteries–I’d been playing the Text-to-Speech while I did some light housework.
But there was the Nook. Beckoning me with its perfect name. Seriously! They couldn’t have given it a more appealing name unless they chose “Caramel and Cream”. That name–Nook–just makes you want to curl up under an afghan, cup of honey-sweetened tea within reach, and sink into a Dickensian romp. Or a bodice ripper. Or a trip through the Amazon to the tree of life.
And then…it’s in colour. And has a cover view. See, my two biggest gripes with my Kindle are that there is no cover-view for your books and no colour. So as you thumb through your library, all you see are words. I’m a big lover of words, as anyone who’s sat through one of my blog posts can attest. But when I pay for a book I want to feel the whole book experience. And I spent enough years as a graphic designer to consider the cover an integral part of the pleasure of a book. Barnes and Noble–who for years have decorated their stores with vintage book covers and sold millions (I’m estimating) of coffee mugs with same–know this. They know that if you buy a book you want to feel like you own the whole book. Not just the stripped version. Because as any paperback reader knows, a book without its cover is the same as an unsellable book….a book in the trash.
So here I am, with a perfectly good e-reader husband, a stable and reliable fellow in whom I’ve invested time and money. And yet I’m drooling over this pretty younger man. This flashy fellow with his cover art and his colour and his catchy name.
Yet as I get to know Ashton–er, The Nook–better, I can see where he is a flashy fellow who lacks the maturity and substance of my present mate. He may have colour–oh, that gorgeous, sensual, stuff!–but he doesn’t have Text To Speech. Fully 40% of my Kindle’s use is the T2S feature, as I play books while I clean, while I play with my dog, while I am too sick to even hold the thin e-reader in my hands. That’s a big but, my B&N friends.
So now I do what women with wandering eyes and good sense have done since time immemorial. I work on my marriage. And in this context that means keeping my fingers crossed that the next Kindle model has colour. Oh, and some better sort of organisation. In other words, I’ll nurture that old flame…the one Kindled long ago. Okay. Six months ago. Whatever.