I woke this morning to a lovely surprise, this lovely photo of Paris Letters by runwaychef over at Instagram. She’s a satisfying follow.
With this summer sunshine, I’m noticing the need to have a print book outside. The problem is the reflection of my chin. At the angle I read the ebook, my chin is ginormous. Though most of my books are ebooks these days, so I have to practice self-compassion while I read if I choose to read outside. *pompous predicament*
A word about the glory of the ebook.
A friend asked what I’ve been reading lately. He wanted some recommendations for summer. As you may or may not know, I’m writing another book about Paris (due tomorrow… EEK) so I’ve slunk away from the world.
Or maybe you didn’t notice at all. It’s cool. *sulks*
I told my friend the truth. I’ve been reading samples. The samples have come from Amazon. You can read the first few chapters of a book, then decide if you want to buy it. Some samples have been a joy, and I buy the book. Some are so-so, and I don’t. Recently, a sample that turned into a purchase was The Paris Effect by K.S.R. Burns.
Another book that turned from sample to purchase was The Paris Architect by Charles Belfoure.
I’ve also been reading highlights of past books. I so enjoy the highlight feature with an ebook. I highlight pleasant passages as I read, then later, when I’ve got a short attention span but still have the desire to read, I scroll through my treasured highlights. All the shine, none of the dull. I had a print book in my hand the other day and I actually touched the page to highlight a passage with my finger. If I were enrolled at Hogwarts, this would not be a problem. But I’m not, so it is.
The book that wins the prize for most highlights goes to A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.
In fact, I’ve spent so much time with this book that Hemingway became a character in my new book, which I’ll tell you all about once I’m done writing.
And now back to the manuscript.
I’ll leave you with a very satisfying quote by Hemingway back when he was just Ernest:
“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”