So in the last years i’ve usually mainly been reading books on my e-reader, and it’s true that it’s quite convenient (and potentially cheaper too), i won’t deny that.

But recently, as i was travelling, on a whim i decided to buy some physical books again, and man, there’s just something about holding an actual real book in your hand that is just irreplaceable.

It’s such a satisfying feeling just to hold and open one, and such a wonderful reading experience to turn real pages. Electronic devices just feel so cold and sterile where physical books feel warm and homey. Even the woody smell… I had almost forgotten how in love i am with paper books.