Book Review: The Blackberry Diaries
You know what cracks me up more than just about anything else? When people say they check their email once a day. Or every other day. Really? Seriously? Because even before I got the I-can-stop-anytime iPhone, I checked my email many, many times throughout the day. We’re living in a mobile, wired world, people. Hop on. That’s the subject of Kathy Buckworth’s The Blackberry Diaries.
I reviewed The BlackBerry Diaries here – sort of. Mostly I just bitched about how jealous I am that I didn’t write it.
Check out the review and then come back share your own technology addiction and/or rehab story in the comments here. I’ll be giving away a copy of the book to my favorite story.
by Lela Davidson on October 6, 2009
in Uncategorized
I don’t dare get a Blackberry, for two reasons:
One, I become addicted far too easily. It really is a good thing I was raised a Mormon, because otherwise I know for a fact I’d be cooking meth in my garage while running a full brewery in the laundry room. My problem with M&Ms is serious enough.
Two, I do to all things more technologically advanced than string what Typhoid Mary did to, well, pretty much everyone she met. iPods, PDAs, cell phones — they’ve all been known to fling themselves under the first car we came to in the Best Buy parking lot rather than face a brief and thoroughly disappointing lifetime of torture and abuse at my hands.
If I win your book, be sure to send it in the traditional paper and cardboard format. If it comes as a Kindle download, it won’t survive the night.
DeNae – I’m glad you’ve stuck to M&Ms. I’m not great with technology, but my worse problem is that I drop things. But my iPhone is one tough broad. I routinely let it crash onto concrete and gravel. Thankfully it hasn’t visited the toilet yet. I’m pretty sure it won’t work after that.
Yeah, my butterfingered eldest discovered they don’t like mop water, either. You’d think after a healthy dip in all that Pine Sol they’d be chipper and refreshed, but mostly they just sit there, dripping and thoroughly annoyed. You just can’t please some electronics. They freaking sulk for-EVER.