That online bookstore will synch with the iPad's own e-reading application, which features flick-of-the-finger page turning and variable fonts tricks the Kindle can't yet match.
"He was mouth watering I wanted to be poured into him" ("Mulberry Fingers", page 9) Or, even more: "Today, I will you to come To visit me even if you are a ghost".
Over a fox trot cadence he played some dramatic flourishes; then he undercut the drama with a flicking index finger, a page from the pianistic playbook of Chico Marx.
Summoning a crew of retainers to the table, she jabbed a finger at page 111: a fashion spread of an austere Versace coat, shaped like a bell and trimmed at the hem with a band of gray fox fur.
Instead of looking up the term in an index and then using fingers as page holders, I could simply click from window to window.
He sat in seas of them, slept with them clutched between his tiny fingers and paged through them endlessly.
He was constantly brushing his fingers along pages of the world atlas or across the topographical-relief classroom globe.
Finally I hung up the phone, but continued fingering the pages of his chart, the only palpable evidence of his life.
"If I had a son," says Hodgson, fingering the pages with unconcealed distaste, "I'd rather he came home with a syringe and a wrap of brown than with a copy of Nuts or FHM or Zoo".
Also, I sliced my finger on a page just before I wrote my name, so the last page the Princeton honor pledge literally signed in a little blood.
