One possible solution to the I-don’t-read-as-much-as-I’d-like-on-my-new-Kindle dilemma: library ebooks.  I don’t know about you guys’ libraries, but the Brooklyn Public Library offers a decent selection of ebooks. BUT… They used to be a pain to use (the drm and apps were crap). BUT… Yesterday when I checkoutted an ebook, the BPL popped me over to Amazon. One click later it’s on my Kindle… but only for two weeks, which is the light-a-fire-under-your-butt aspect of ebook reading that 10,000 free books from torrent sites can’t offer.  And thanks to the BPL and The New Yorker (or New York Times, I forget), I’m now reading Steven O’Nan’s beautiful “Last Night at the Lobster” [points up]. O’Nan makes the ordinary something special, in the details he selects, in the analogies he invokes… I’m only halfway done though, so we’ll see what his endings are like…
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One possible solution to the I-don’t-read-as-much-as-I’d-like-on-my-new-Kindle dilemma: library ebooks. 

I don’t know about you guys’ libraries, but the Brooklyn Public Library offers a decent selection of ebooks.

BUT… They used to be a pain to use (the drm and apps were crap).

BUT… Yesterday when I checkoutted an ebook, the BPL popped me over to Amazon. One click later it’s on my Kindle… but only for two weeks, which is the light-a-fire-under-your-butt aspect of ebook reading that 10,000 free books from torrent sites can’t offer. 

And thanks to the BPL and The New Yorker (or New York Times, I forget), I’m now reading Steven O’Nan’s beautiful “Last Night at the Lobster” [points up]. O’Nan makes the ordinary something special, in the details he selects, in the analogies he invokes… I’m only halfway done though, so we’ll see what his endings are like…