There is something about accidentally stepping on a page and creasing it quite catastrophically, and then spending 5 minutes of life trying to fold it back into place.

Upon entering someone’s house and being struck firmly in the eyeballs by a personal library that is either scattered or stacked or shelved, I feel an emotion, whether it be despair or jealousy or true love [or even all of those emotions, in that order].

My complaint, I surmise, is that the Ebooks solve a lot of fond problems.

On a side note, I do eagerly anticipate the day when travelling on a bus, I hear:
‘Awh man, my book just crashed on me.’

I shall smile. As I reset my ipod for the fourth time.