“Hell, I grieve at the loss of bookstores. I could spend hours in my favorite haunts. Thats all gone now. What a shame.”
And there is a generation coming along who will never know what they missed.
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.