Papery Feeling
It's alive! But it can't hear you...
To understand that joke, you'll need to read the bit Jimmie wrote about Frankenstein's Monster in One Hungry Werewolf. It's coming soon! January 31 the ebook and paper will be available to buy. In the meantime, if you are so inclined, you can pre-order the ebook now. Like The Cute Moose, it's a flowable ebook, and will work best on a tablet or e-reader. If you hold out for paper, you'll get the ebook when you buy it from Amazon, included. How's that for a deal? And with the paper book, you could even color the illustrations yourself! Or you could leave them in the black and white to go with the spooky theme. It's all up to you.
Speaking of dead trees, those of you who prefer the heft of paper when reading, or who like to have a copy for the authoress to sign will be happy to hear that The East Witch is now available in paperback. It's a nice trade paperback, not too thick, not too thin. I'll put up a listing in my website shop for those who desire a signed, possibly sketched, copy. I really need to update the shop with all the books!
It's a funny thing. Yesterday, when my son was gleefully claiming the larger bedroom as his very own, I was lugging books around. See, we'd set up the larger of the two 'kids' bedrooms as a guest room and office area when the girls moved out. My dear Little Man, never one to let moss grow on him, started to point out that he needed some space. He's got servers, and the cat litter box, and that guest bed would fit in the smaller room... He wasn't wrong, and the loft bed he's been in he has outgrown, making his room prospectively even more cramped since it's a loft-over-desk bed. We relented. He pounced, and got to work as soon as the word yes left our mouths. Which involved moving books...
There were two bookshelves in the office area. One is now in the dining room (again) and the other is in the guest room 2.0. As I was carrying armfuls of books, and nattering at the ever patient First Reader about organizing the library better, I had a small epiphany. Books, to me, are wealth. I have a small library, by my lights. Moves, forced purges, and other factors have decimated it time and again over the years. The fact that I now have to contemplate how best to set up my history shelves - do I include the military history with the general history? Or do I pull it onto it's own shelf(ves)? What about medical history? Or crime history? I feel rich in books. It makes me happy. It makes me want to curl up with a stack of books because every time I do this, I am reminded of books I forgot I owned.
I usually read on ebook, for convenience's sake. There's nothing like that papery feeling, though, when it comes to books on the shelf.