I love real books, especially hardbound books. There’s something about them, the feel, the weight, the smell of the paper. And don’t get me started on how I feel about walking through an old bookstore or library. If heaven exists, I hope it’s an old bookstore with a little coffee stand in the corner.
For the other book nerds out there, I found this image on Reddit and thought I’d share. It explains so much…
Once this pandemic is over, I’m heading to the nearest bookstore. What about you?