I saw this today on Facebook, but I thought it really spoke to me so I figured I’d share it here too.

So I love the smell and feel of books. I like having them around and for me, walking into a library or a book store is akin to walking into a church. That said, I can’t read books. I just can’t carry them around with me. I’ll carry hundreds of stories on my kindle and have even bought books that I saw in the library on my kindle while I stood there in the racks. It’s a bit of a paradox, I know but that’s just me.

That said, I still love to walk into Barnes and Noble and sit with a book or just troll the racks looking at books; occasionally picking them up and thumbing through them.  I even feel a little guilty about it sometimes because I know that except on very rare occasions, I’m not going to buy them in paper form even though I’d love to have them on a shelf at home, but if/when I read them, I’m going to do it in electronic format.


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