I can remember the excitement I felt when I first learned about NetGalley earlier this year. There were chills. Free ebooks from reputable publishers sounded all kinds of awesome to me. I rushed to get signed up.
When I made it to the site and through the registration process, I was underwhelmed. There wasn’t a whole lot there. I did find one book I was interested, Charlie Higson’s The Dead. I shrugged to myself and requested a copy. Imagine how happy I was when I received an Adobe Digital Edition, that ever-so-unusable oft used format. My kindle looked at me with anger and disappointment. Again, I shrugged and promptly forgot about NetGalley.
At ALA last week, the name kept popping up. I heard it from big name publishers. Intrigued and hopeful, I logged in again to see what could be seen. And, much to my delight, they have gotten with the format program. I can now get books on my kindle, which makes the product more useful.
More useful than it was. But not quite useful.
The selection is still horrendous. I couldn’t find anything that called for more than a passing glance. This should be a no-brainer. Ebooks cost nothing. You create it once and you’re done. You can send it to as many people as you’d like without increasing overhead. Print galleys, though? Those cost money. And yet I’m left with this web site, which is great in theory, but offers me page after page of contemporary Christian titles. It’s so close to being a valuable resource.
So, once again, I’m leaving. I’ll set my calendar and check back next year.