You can’t replace some things.
I just started my vacation and last night I finished reading my paperback copy of Elmore Leonard’s, Riding The Rap, and I don’t have another novel to read.
It makes me sad.
Yes, I could download a Kindle book and read on my iPhone or tablet, but there’s just something comfortable about a good ol’ paperback. It doesn’t even compare to a hardback which I find heavy and cumbersome.
A good paperback is like a warm blanket. It just feels cozy.
As long as I have my reading glasses. Life changes post-45.