Warning: May diffuse on random courses of thought. Could be irritating, irrational, and possibly amusing.
On ebooks. I was in Target recently. (I like Target. They gave me a card that means I get 5% off every time I shop there, so I tend to shop there. Plus they have the tea I like. Did I mention I'm kind of a tea junkie? Did I say this would be random?) I got into a conversation with a woman who liked my t-shirt. Here's the t-shirt because it kind of sparked everything that followed.
Real book =
But alas since I can't appreciate it I must not be a real reader either. Ebook writer = non-real reader = spawn of the hell beast. (I might be over telling it, but that's my prerogative.)
No, I write electronic books. (Mostly.) See:
Wait. This is how I really felt when she said ebooks weren't real. (You have to have seen the movie to appreciate it. Now go and Netflix The Invasion of the Body Snatchers. The one with Donald Sutherland, although the first one is good, too.)
See something always interesting happens to me when I go shopping.