I love a real book. The feel of the paper, the smell of the ink. The design quality of the typography. The fact that I own it and can keep it, visible on a shelf for another read, or give it away to a friend or a charity shop. I can browse second-hand bookshops and find great books and buy them for peanuts. And I should love them, because I once helped to print them for a living. I was trained in Scotland’s, nay, Britain’s, nay, The World’s best book printing company. Then, recently I bought a Kindle out of curiosity. It’s cheap, efficient and easy to read. I like it well enough, but I don’t love it. Will it eventually kill the real book? Would it matter?
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