I have yet to embrace the ebook. I have, at last count, twenty-six of them, but I have no dedicated player and no plans to acquire one. And I suspect that one of the reasons why might go something like this:
The DRM that comes with the books makes it so that I never feel like I am buying anything and adjusting my price-point accordingly. I am typically uncomfortable spending more than $5 on an ebook, while I will gladly spend twice that for a book that I own.
And why is that?
For $10 or more, I want something I can freely loan out.
Which may explain why I have an HTML-formatted copy of George Eliot’s Middlemarch, which, being 139 years old, is out of copyright so long as Disney doesn’t make a cartoon out of it. (And if they did, they’d probably make Will Ladislaw look like Aladdin.)