Traditional Books Light the Kindle Fire

Traditional Books Light the Kindle Fire

Picture of Nook with Bestsellers

Traditionally published books sell Kindles and Nooks.

Does that seem crazy obvious to you?  Maybe–but think about what it means.  People buy e-readers  to read, at least initially, bestsellers like The Hunger Games Trilogy, Game of ThronesThe Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.  It’s the big and the beloved books that drive e-reader sales.   Books that have been acquired, edited, designed, published and promoted by traditional houses.

Think about that the next time you see an ad for an e-reader–I do.

Much as I support self-publishing in some cases, I must ask:  how many people, do you think, [Read more…]

Bookstores vs. Amazon Blog War

Istanbul BookshopBookstores vs. Amazon Blog War

There’s a blog war going on about the future of the independent bookstore, and it touches issues very important to me, so I’ll weigh in.

In a Slate blog I felt seemed inadequately researched, Farhad Manjoo raged against the “high prices” of books in bookstores, termed the marvelous essay by Richard Russo in the New York Times “hectoring,” and called books published by major houses all “mass-manufactured.”  Mr. Manjoo displayed  [Read more…]

Serenity Prayer for Overwhelmed Book People

Fess up.  I can’t be alone.  It’s just too much sometimes, isn’t it?

Because I must be informed, and it all looks so important, I subscribe to email updates from Digital Book World, Hubspot, assorted LinkedIn conversations and the TechRepublic  along with PublishersMarketplace, the Observer’s book column and the requisite NYT book& other news, along with ten or twenty other feeds.  It doesn’t matter whether the source is techno or literary–most of them make me feel like I jumped on the wrong busor, more accurately, like I was sitting on the right bus but the driver sneakily changed the route, so all of us folks happily chatting away in the back didn’t even notice we were on the wrong street. [Read more…]

A World Without Borders

A lifetime ago, on a lovely fall afternoon as I sat, ostensibly studying, beneath a big shady tree with my college beau David on the University of Michigan Diag, a perfectly puppy-looking puppy bounded up to greet us.  This brown bundle of adorable was trailed by a sad young couple, one member carrying a large bag of Puppy Chow, and the other a tiny leash and collar. 

“We thought our landlord allowed dogs,” they explained.  Neither David nor I had ever owned a dog, but we were smitten.  We agreed to take the dog on an “experimental” basis and we held tight to the couple’s phone number, just in case, but we knew we would keep him.   He had chosen us under that tree, and we couldn’t let him down.  

He also wasn’t trained.  At all.

So we didn’t walk straight home with the pup.  Before he even had a name, we walked (the puppy trotted) into the one and only Borders’ bookshop on [Read more…]