Oh, so of course I would find real electronic books for $2.99 right after going on a horribly profane rant about the cost of electric books. Say all kinds-of mean things about people I don't even know. Must be that poetic justice people are always going on about. Well, now I'm just more conflicted and confused. Brain explosion. Spontaneous combustion. All of that. Curse you, Jonathan Strange & Mister Norrell!
Okay, here's what I'm going to do. Ignore the issue for a couple of months and revisit after I've had plenty of time to sulk about it. Yeah, like that. It worked for Hamlet. Nothing bad ever happened to him. Sigh.