Personally, I hate e-books. No matter the hours a day I spend on a computer without my eyes hurting, the minute I try to get down to some serious reading, my eyes start to scream. Books were made to be held, to have the pages rustle as you flip them, to have that sweet heady, old, back-in-time, scent, and to be treasured, swapped, given, but never lost. You can give a book for a present, but would you give someone a USB with a bunch of PDFs on it for their birthday? I don’t think so!

Doesn’t that just prove to you the value of books?

But of course, I like the idea of e-books. The idea that we’re able to carry an entire library in the palm of our hands, and never having to deal with the discomfort of having dog-eared pages. It’s smart, compact, convenient… I get it. And it’ll probably take over as the main source of reading distribution. But much like the vinyl record, the book is never going away.