“I think I’d like to get myself one of those Kindles, or maybe a Nook. I haven’t made up my mind. Order a book for me (and he gave me a W.E.B. Griffin title) so that I can see whether I’d like one or not.”
I was suspicious. “You can read one of my USMC manuals. Try small wars or counterinsurgency.”
“No, just go ahead and order the W.E.B. Griffin novel.”
Crap. Crap. Crap. What are the odds that if I order that title, and he starts reading it, that I’ll be able to snuggle under the blanket with my Kindle this evening?
I ordered the title. He started reading it. He’s been reading it all day. He shows no signs of not reading it. “Say, what does this 34% mean at the bottom of the book?”
“It means that you’ve only read 34% of the book.”
“Hunh. I’d rather it had page numbers.”
Guess it’s a good thing that I have some library books. Sniffle.