Last night I went to bed with a new novel, my excellent writer-friend Rebecca Lawton’s just-released Ebook, Junction, Utah. Reading a book for pleasure on a technical device—a machine—is a new experience for me. Oh, I’ve lugged my laptop to bed hundreds of times to work on my own manuscripts, but not to read for the sheer pleasure of reading. For that I prefer the newly old-fashioned tactile experience of soft pages I can bookmark and underline and dog-ear at will. The awkward transition to technologic reading only lasted about two sentences, however; by the end of the first paragraph I was no longer clutching hard plastic with mittened fingers poking out from under the blankets in my cold Colorado bedroom, but gripping the oars on a whitewater raft on a Utah river at highwater. Spring runoff buoyed me. The threat of Warm Springs Rapids below kept the pages turning. Heart hammering, I forgot they weren’t pages at all.