Blew through a bunch of cheesy free reads on the Kindle, and can’t remember the title of one of ‘em. Already deleted ‘em too. This is a rather common occurrence. The potency of cheap fiction, to paraphrase Noel Coward. I devour these romantic short story collections (Ah, now, I remember… “Summer…” something) and erotic mysteries (a spy in high heels), read myself to sleep, then can barely recall the plots the next morning.
The Kindle has a screen, and I’m treating it just like a television…