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Why are Some Kindle Books More Expensive than their Print Equivalents

Recently I attended a poetry reading during which a poet with whom I am unfamiliar read their work. After the reading I requested that they send me a link to their book, which they duly did.

 

On clicking on the link I was surprised and somewhat annoyed to see that the Kindle edition retails at £6.2  whilst the paperback costs only £3.2. The book in question is traditionally published so I strongly suspect that the author has had no influence as regards the respective prices, and I in no way wish to criticise the poet, hence I am not naming them or the work in question. I do, however think that the fact that the Kindle is £3.2 more expensive than the paperback edition raises an issue worthy of discussion, namely how can a publisher justify pricing it’s Kindle books at a higher price than their print counterparts?

 

Many of my own books are available in both Kindle and paperback as I want to give my readers the opportunity to read my work in a format of their choice. On average the Kindle cost of one of my books is £2.99 whilst the print versions retail at between £5 and £5.25 which does, I believe take into account the extra cost of producing the print edition. I, personally would feel it wrong to charge more for the Kindle version of one of my books than it’s print counterpart.

 

Pricing Kindle titles higher than their print equivalents also has the unintended consequence of meaning that those who are unable to read print and rely on the text to speech facility on their Kindle app or Kindle reader to read books have to pay more for certain books than those who can read print. I am one such reader as I am registered blind and unable to read print.

 

I’ve come across this short video on Youtube which deals with this issue https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vl9elMax1hM.

 

As always I’d be interested in the views of my readers.

Grace’s Place

When a gorgeous young lady named Grace

Invited me back to her place,

I met with the Devil,

Who was not on the level!

But I enjoyed my time with Grace!

The Paperback Edition of My Book “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” is Now Available

On 9 June, I announced that my poetry collection “The Churchyard Yew and Other Poems” was available as a Kindle download from Amazon, https://kmorrispoet.com/2024/06/09/k-morris-new-collection-of-poetry-the-churchyard-yew-and-other-poems-is-available-on-amazon/.

 

Due to various circumstances it took longer than anticipated to make the paperback edition of “The Churchyard Yew” available. However, I am pleased to announce that the paperback is now available and can be found here, https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0D9NPV8KQ/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=.

 

If you do read “The Churchyard Yew” please do consider leaving a review.

Kevin Morris reading his poetry on TikTok

 

Kevin Morris reading a number of poems on TikTok. You don’t need to have an account to view the videos.

 

 

 

 

 

The Sad Demise of a Poet

A man in a boat on a moat

Went and wrote a poem on his goat.

But the poem was not profound

And the poet he sadly drowned

And the police they are questioning the goat!

What is Reality?

I have dreamed

The strangest dreams

And believed them to be true.

 

 

When I die

Will I finally find the reality

Of all I see?

 

 

No, I will see

No more of dream

Or of what we call reality

For I will no longer be me.

Satisfaction

The birds outside

Are so easily satisfied

With stale bread.

 

 

My dog loudly sighs

As he eyes

That tempting bread.

But none can pass

Through glass to grass …

There Once Was a Poet in a Garret

There once was a poet in a garret

Who lived all alone with his parrot.

I regret his verse

It grew steadily worse

Until he was murdered by his parrot!

 

 

Backstreet

After the beauties of Kew

I went with you

To a cheap hotel.

I remember I almost fell

As we mounted the stairs

To their unfriendly glares.

 

I can remember your name.

Did I feel shame?

I really can not recall

But I recollect a fall

And those dangerous stairs

In a backstreet hotel.

As I Try to Write

As I try to write

The tick tock

Of the clock

Measures my day and night.

At other times

Lost in rhymes

I hear it not.

 

The beat of women’s feet

Has measured my pleasure

And pain. But the clock mocks

Us all. We fall

In love and lust,

And time turns all to dust.