I still love the feel of a REAL book, not a Kindle. I love to work my way through, turning the pages. I love the smell of a good book. I feel like I’ve landed in the world of Fahrenheit 411. I have an entire wall of books that I refuse to let go of because books are disappearing from the world. It’s just WRONG.
Moving is a PITA. But it’s worth it. I’ll die owning real books, dammit.
I know what you mean. I have some volumes of GK Chesterton published by Ignatius Press are like works of art in the quality of workmanship.
I also have far too many books and simply don’t have space for more. So while I prefer real books I now rely on kindle.