I Sing the Bank Electronic

I cannot bring myself to buy a Kindle or a Nook or any form of e-reader.  The bibliophilic Luddite in me craves paper and ink and shelves full of real books of varied sizes and colors that entice me like treasure boxes.   (I have a cartoon vision of an electronic library:  A stack of empty shelves with only a single e-reader facing forward.  No caption necessary.)  Part of this is deeply personal.  I am an author.  One of my happiest memories is being handed a fresh off the press copy of my new book by my editor.  Would it have been the same if he'd given me an e-version on a memory stick?  I don't think so.

But I have fallen head over heels in love with electronic banking.  Swoon.  It's so immediate.  No waiting for a bill to arrive at the post office, going home to open it, sitting at my desk to write a check and hunt up a stamp, going back to the post office to drop the return envelope in the outgoing mail slot, then waiting for my payment to be credited to my account.  No more.  The bills are posted online, I enter a few keystrokes et voila!  Instant payment.  Instant receipt.  Instant debit to my checking account.  Over/done.  Bliss.

Which leaves me more time for reading.  And more $$ to buy books instead of postage stamps.  I call that a win.

Penny Pincher