I’m a tech junkie. I love new technology – iPods, Netbooks, Laptops, Kindles, Droids. I’ve owned them all and still want more. It’s an obsession. A sickness. And something I’ve apparently passed down to my youngest. She’s proven herself responsible – mostly – and so is the proud owner of an iPod Nano and a DSi. She also wants a Kindle Fire and has saved towards it, but not fast enough. So she made a deal with my husband that if she read my book, Stepmothers Anonymous, he would get her the tablet (she thinks she did anyway; it’s still up in the air as to what the deal actually was. And quite frankly, I don’t know if I should be elated that she agreed to read it or scared that she can be bought).

It took her a day to get past the first sentence, but she did and has been diligently reading through the book. She’s asked me questions, confirmed the details she helped me with when I was writing it and has graciously pointed out what she felt were errors on my part (they weren’t). Having reached the end of the book, she has revised her initial review of my book:

“It’s pretty good.”

That right there is worth a Kindle Fire.