Personal encounter with Readers Shack
Just days ago, I blogged about Reader's Shack, the new online book rental service in Malaysia. Without any hesitation, I went on to place an order for myself, Falling Leaves, by Adeline Yen Mah. I must admit that I'm a little outdated in reading books but this is life when books are so costly.
All correspondence were done through text messaging (I'm deaf, just in case you're wondering) and it didn't take us long to decide on a time and place to meet up. In a timely fashion, the guy only known as Lau, waited for me at the spot that we agreed on. The only interruption was that, I had expected him to be a girl instead. Otherwise, the process went as smooth as silk.
Just like any ordinary book rental services (I pressume), I paid him the full selling price (RM35) and upon return, I will be reimbursed with RM32. That makes the rental price RM3. Transaction was proven with a receipt and additionally, I was also given a free bookmark that has the company's imprint on it.
This service seems to be favourable because its inventory mainly consist of personal collections, unlike most rental services where their inventories are usually outdated. At reader's shack, I have the luxury of going through their list of books in the comfort of my own home and even choose the place to meet up for making transactions.
If you're tight in the pocket for new books, how about giving Readers Shack a try?
Comments
Yvonne, I am even more outdated than you in reading. I bought Anne of Green Gables only 2 days ago, and started reading it, 30 years late. But I am glad because I now find myself enraptured in the aching romance and lyrical genius of this great classic that is at once movingly poignant and rip roaringly hilarious. If I had read this 30 years ago I am sure I would have missed its literary worth.
Posted by: Tinkerbell | August 14, 2005 07:55 PM
Tinkerbell, I do agree with you that our reading habits develop as we grow. But I count myself lucky though, because I was never addicted to lifestyle magazines. And I suffered a big leap between children fantasy to serious non-fiction. Quite sad that I can no longer enjoy the books that used to entice my imaginations. But we all have to grow up, don't we? Well who knows, maybe 10 years from now, I'll be addicted to fiction again. If that does happen, John Ling might very well be blamed. :-Þ
Posted by: Yvonne | August 14, 2005 09:06 PM