Well, folks, it looks like she’s gonna pull through after all!

It was touch and go for a few weeks there, with dismal sales like a distant pulse. I spent hours at her bedside, checking her graphs, studying the vitals, a hand reaching for the cord that made all the little *beeps* blend into one…

And then . . . a flutter of her eyelids. Someone mentioned Ridley Scott, and she seemed to stir at this.

Now, she’s not up and dancing around in a backless gown or anything, but the old girl is moving. She’s talking. I think she’s gonna make it.

Nook? iPad? You gave me a scare. Glad to have you with us. Looks like I can go back to my polygamous ways.

(Sorry Kindle, I know you loved having me all to yourself, but as the Mormons say: SHARE!)