by David Vinjamuri

I love books.  Physical books.  Books that sit in my lap and warm it like a sleeping pup.  Three and a half years ago, I had an e-reader unwillingly thrust upon me.  I ignored it at first; shunned it.  Then one day I was packing for a long trip and it came on me in a flash that if I used the damned thing I wouldn’t have to limit myself to five pounds of books in my luggage.

Since then I read more ebooks than physical books. I buy a lot more books, too.  Last year I noticed that books were getting cheaper, but the writing was getting worse.  It started to get harder and harder to shop the Kindle store because I was either upset by the price of a book or the quality of its writing.  Accidentally, I had stumbled upon the new face of self-publishing.

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