So in the last years i’ve usually mainly been reading books on my e-reader, and it’s true that it’s quite convenient (and potentially cheaper too), i won’t deny that.
But recently, as i was travelling, on a whim i decided to buy some physical books again, and man, there’s just something about holding an actual real book in your hand that is just irreplaceable.
It’s such a satisfying feeling just to hold and open one, and such a wonderful reading experience to turn real pages. Electronic devices just feel so cold and sterile where physical books feel warm and homey. Even the woody smell… I had almost forgotten how in love i am with paper books.
Not if you have a contamination-phobia regarding them. Makes it so distracting that I cannot focus sometimes, or even pick up the book(s) at all. So, every few months, I “get the will” to pry one open. It is much better than e-readers, just more difficult to not be bothered by an accidental smudge, dirt, or even the folding of a page. Fucking simple discoloration of a spot on a single page gets to me.