An Argument Against E-Readers

Yesterday I snuck away with a good book (Stolen by Lucy Christopher) to soak my feet in the lotions and potions my husband gave me for Mother’s Day.

I lit a candle, swished my toes in the fragrant bubbles, and read… Until my kitten Minnie joined me. And fell in the tub. Twice.

A much drier, but still embarrassed, Minnie.
(I wasn’t going to interrupt my foot bath–or this great story–to take a wet cat photo.)

While I rescued Minnie, my book tipped off my lap into the sudsy water.

My first thought: I’m so glad this isn’t an e-reader! Minnie skittered away, trailing her soaked tail, and I kept reading, carefully turning each wet page (it’s a seriously compelling story!).

So, between not being able to read in the bathtub (or poolside or at the beach), and not being able to read during airplane take-offs and landings, I think I’ll stick with paper books.

Like Minnie, I tend to be a bit klutzy.