But I did. I read a paper book this morning.
I couldn't help myself. Honestly, I tried not to do it. I really tried.
I was cleaning up some shelves in the front room and came across my old annotated copy of "Walden" and I was lost. I sat down on the floor with it, and the next thing I new, my wife was calling me to the table for lunch.
I have to admit it. There
IS something special about old favorite books. The feel. The smell. Old notes you wrote in the margins 30 years ago. Although I have gotten rid of 90% of my paper library (not much free space in a Japanese condo) there are just some books I'll never part with!
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