Why I’m Nickel and Diming Myself to Death
I subscribe to several sites that share good deals in ebooks and audiobooks and such, and usually that doesn’t mean much. I pick up the occasional book, but it’s not a big deal.
But it’s Christmas and omg, everybody is hurling bargains at me right and left. I bought five or maybe six audiobooks at $3.95 each yesterday. How could I turn that down? Today, they have James Patterson books on sale and fortunately that doesn’t tempt me because–
Today was all about the ebooks, people. OMG, the ebooks. [In answer to a question, I have linked to Amazon but my understanding is that many if not all of these books are on sale for the same prices everywhere, not just there.]
I bought Michael Chabon’s The Yiddish Policemen’s Union for $2.99.
I bought F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby for $3.99.
I bought Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower for $3.99.
I bought Pamela Morsi’s Simple Jess for .99.
I bought Susanna Kearsley’s Winter Sea for $2.99.
But–tomorrow is another day.
And we’re not going to talk about what I bought yesterday and the day before and last week and…
It’s just too damned bad I don’t have a Nook, because right now if you have a Nook?
You read it right.
Knock yourself out. Tell ‘em Pooks sent ya.