“ Does this gadget of yours have a smell?” “Nope,” Henderson replied. “Not really. But when you turn the pages…here, with this button…they kind of flutter, like in a real book, and I can go to any page I want, and when it sleeps, it shows pictures of famous writers, and it holds a charge”
What would you do if you’d have a Kindle and you could download the works of all the authors from all the parallel worlds? I honestly would starve to death because, really, who needs food?
“The gadget had come with The New Oxford American Dictionary preloaded. You only had to begin typing your word and the Kindle found it for you. It was, he thought, TiVo for bookworms.”
I loved the concept of this book, and it thrilled me to no end seeing the King universe tied into the story. The connection didn’t feel as unplanned as some of his other books do, more like he sought to write a book that tied in the Dark Tower series with a story about a Kindle, but even so it was pretty cool. I loved the concept of what the UR edition Kindle could do. I would absolutely be searching out more of King’s works… I would have to cover the Kindle in plastic to avoid ruining it by drool, but still… I would be in heaven.
“Kindle, isn’t it?” the waitress asked. “I got one for Christmas, and I love it. I’m reading my way through all of Jodi Picoult’s books.” “Oh, probably not all of them,” Wesley said. “Huh? Why not?” “She’s probably got another one done already. That’s all I meant.” “And James Patterson’s probably written one since he got up this morning!” she said, and went off chortling.”
Imagine having 3 other Harry Potter books, The Winds of Winter and A Dream of Spring and the last book in The Kingkiller Chronicles. By the way, have you checked Rothfuss’ review of the last one? It’s one of the most popular reviews on Goodreads and it talks about time travelers. But I know they aren’t time travelers. They’re people who own an UR Kindle and Stephen King is to blame because all things serve the Tower.
“The Tower trembles; the worlds shudder in their courses. The rose feels a chill, as of winter.”