Tuesday, 23 April 2019
As a physical book apologist, it pains me to write this. I love books. I love the unwieldy weight, the slowly yellowing pages, the (ugh, sorry for the cliché) smell, and the fact that I can look at a stack and recall where and when I read each of them. But I have found a new love. Now book on phone is my best friend. Ever since my son was born, my life has taken an uninvited turn for the practical. And from a purely pragmatic view, ingesting letters from a heavy cuboid that requires multiple hands to continue reading,…
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