A month or so ago, I loaned my mom my smaller ipad. She has a kindle, and enjoys reading on it. She had asked me about the ipad reading experience, so I offered to loan her mine, knowing I'd be back out to visit her in a couple weeks when I could pick it back up. In the meantime, I could "suffer" with the larger, heavier, so out-of-date (sarcasm, btw), larger ipad I have. The bigger one is destined for B's hands, but still in mine for a bit.
I figured this was a great plan. She could check it out without having to buy one, I wasn't going to be really out anything. Win-win.
What I didn't account for, however, was Eric discovering the ipad. More importantly, discovering my collection of books on the ipad.
I'm a big fan of paper books. I love the weight. I love the heft. I love the smell. I love the feel. Everything about a printed book just makes me happy (except, well, maybe the plot of a poorly written one). What I don't love, however, is travelling with a stack of books. So, I'm inclined to buy a book in ebook format for many books, with the kindle format being the easiest to use (curse you, Amazon).
Unsurprisingly, I have a lot of ebooks. Well, I have a lot of books. I happen to have a lot of ebooks, too.
Eric happened to want to read a large number of the books I have (unsurprisingly, including the Scalzi books). When I asked for the ipad back the last time I was out, Mom sheepishly asked to keep it for a little longer. Okay, I could do that.
See, when you open the kindle app on the ipad with a new book delivered to said ipad, the app will drop out of the current book being read and load the new book at the beginning. So, when Eric goes to read his current book on my ipad, it'll pop up with the books I have queued up, and he'll have to reselect the book he was reading. Just a small, trolling reminder that I'd like my ipad back.
Unless Eric decides he wants to know about content strategy development and something about the art of thinking clearly.
If so, I'm never getting that ipad back.