I held a nook ereader the other day. It felt sleek and comfortable and right… and somehow like someone else’s child. Beautiful, sure, but not like my own. For the wonder of the nook to me is not what it can do but in what words and information it will hold. That’s what makes it personal.
One of the gifts under the Christmas tree had a rattle. It was heavy for its size, but all the weight was in one spot. And no wonder. Mom’s bag of coins, wrapped in yards of tissue paper, was whisked from my hands before it even registered what it was.
“That’s not your gift. Open the card.”
The tri-fold card had only one letter on it.
u
No, wait… if you turn it right way round, it’s an
n
As in nook. Which won’t arrive until February. It was a big surprise, a very generous gift from the whole family, and I’ve already
been enjoying browsing bn.com for ideas on which books I should upload first. Once I got it in my head, I couldn’t wait to hold one. Good thing Barnes and Noble’s brick and mortar store is close by. And good thing they’ve got a nook display smack in the middle of the store. I can go visit whenever I want until my own machine arrives. In 5 weeks.
Congratulations on the Nook! As you may remember, I’ve been e- reading from my Kindle since May, and I really enjoy it. Dan, too, is waiting for his NooK/Christmas gift, which is supposed to arrive Wednesday of next week. Happy reading!
Dan’s arrived TODAY! Two days before they said it would. He’s charging it right now, and busy browsing the store in the meantime. It’s a happy day here at our household.
Here’s hoping yours, too, will beat the scheduled e.t.a.