So last week I wrote about how Mr. Jenners punished me for sneakily downloading a Kindle book after he went on a book buying spree for our upcoming vacation.
(By the way, thanks to all of you who commented about how “unfair” it was that he got four books and I got punished for getting one. The thing is, I might have neglected to mention that I have a bookcase groaning under the weight of at least 100 unread books … as well as a backlog of 10 Kindle books that I still need to read. So it isn’t exactly like I’m deprived of books, which is why I’m under a book buying ban in the first place. Whereas Mr. Jenners reads mostly on vacation and doesn’t have a massive stockpile of reading material like I do. So, perhaps I might have slanted things just a tad to make me look not so awful. But I digress.)
Since that time, I underwent my punishment. (And, again, trust me. You don’t want to know what my punishment was. It had something to do with S.E.X.) Then Mr. Jenners decided to start reading one of his books on his train ride to work (he has a rather lengthy commute). The book—which was supposed to fall into a weird subgenre of books he’s been reading about people who’ve worked at Disney World and write about the experience—turns out to be a bit rambling and not so good. (In fact, it turns out the lady never worked at Disney World … she only ended up working at hotel in the Orlando area—not quite the same thing!) So I asked him who published the book, and he discovers the it is a self-published book that was created using Amazon’s CreateSpace subsidiary!
Upon further investigation, it turns out that three out of the four books he bought were self-published books!!! (The one, which he thought was a non-fiction book about casino security turned out to be a novel! Gasp! A dirty word in Mr. Jenners’s decidedly non-fiction world.) I had a good chuckle over this. You should have seen him freaking out as he researched each book and discovered the publisher was CreateSpace each time!
Now I know that self-published books don’t necessarily equal “awful” or “rambling” or “unprofessional” or “filled with typos,” but when you’re as picky as Mr. Jenners about your reading (this is the man who read 10 pages of Johnathan Tropper’s excellent This Is Where I Leave You before pronouncing it “boring“), the lack of a professional editor and book deal is not going to help you out.
So now Mr. Jenners is in a quandary. All he has to read is a porn star memoir (I kid you not) and a book about gambling written by the movie critic Richard Roeper. Being the kind of wife I am, I offered to let him read the non-fiction travel book I had sneakily downloaded.
I await his answer.
|found at Jesse Gordon, the geek, that is|