What Did I Just Do?

I am not sure how I got myself into this. I blame Anne of Green Gables, actually. What can you expect from a troublesome red-head?

It started innocently enough with a comment over on sj’s blog. Oh, that’s right. It was sj’s blog. I blame her, too. Anyway, she is celebrating a year of reading whatever in this world she wants, and Anne of Green Gables is there on her list. I’ll show you the slippery slope I stepped upon right here.

Two things here. Anne of Green Gables and free books. I was up a creek already. See that last sentence? Yeah. That one.

A few hours later, I wandered into the used book pound and met this little guy.

Look at what is living in my house!

It licked my face, peed on my shoe, and crawled into my lap. What else could I do? (that rhymes. I rock.) I took it home.

Let the record show that I had an e-reader once. It was beautiful and happy, and it did everything short of fetching the paper. I loved it, but I hated Amazon, so I sent it back. I’ve been in the half-hearted market for another e-reader that didn’t require the selling of my soul to the devil or a credit card, so I knew I wanted a Kobo.

This version is a year and a half old (happy birthday, little friend), and there are no bells and whistles. It’s not backlit like I really wanted, but after using my trade credit, it cost me all of $8. Worth a try, right? Definitely. Especially since there’s a money back guarantee.

Koko the Kobo works well. It’s intuitive, I’ve been able to use all functions easily, and I’ve even converted some ebooks I had into epub format and loaded them onto the device. Hold me back! I’m in the 21st century!

Here’s the problem. I have ten days to take it back, and the only thing left to determine is battery life. I feel obligated to spend as much time as possible with the little guy. I’m getting nothing else done. I get up, I read. I eat lunch, I read. I weed eat the lawn, I read. Because I have to.

My New Year’s resolution was to write 1000 words a day, and I’m already behind after being ill the first few days of the new year. I’ll catch up, right? Even though all my free time is spent reading with my new best friend?

Phoebe and the cats will no longer speak to me. My lap is unavailable for cat or canine because Koko is already ensconced on his pillow. And forget about petting. I need a hand to turn the page.

Husband is no longer speaking to me because the time I am not test-driving the reader is spent scouring the internet for clothes to dress Koko up in. He needs a pretty cover, and a light, and maybe a new chew toy. And forget cooking a meal. That would involve tedious time-sucks like, I don’t know, grocery shopping.

The kids are no longer speaking to me because, being forced to raise themselves, they have turned feral and are living in the woods.

The upside is that since no one is speaking to me, it’s quiet enough to read.

What should I read next?

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