After just reading my very first ebook, I will never complain about carrying books again.
As convenient as it is to have any book I could want at the touch of a button, something inside of me longs for those things a screen can't give me.
The smell. There's just something about that mildly inky, paper smell of a new book or the earthy must of an old one. It's captivating. Why has no one made this an air freshener scent, yet?
Being able to pick it up and see how far along I've come and how far I have left to go. You know, having the weight of someone's thoughts in my hand and all that metaphorical hullabaloo.
The bookmarks. Maybe this is simply nostalgia? I mean, who doesn't want a Lisa Frank kitten jumping over rainbow to mark the spot of your latest murder-mystery?
Seeing bookshelves full of my adventures and lessons and knowing that I can revisit them whenever I want.
I could never find it inside of me to purchase an E reader. I understand it's not my thing...and I'm okay with that.
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