I love ebooks. I very VERY rarely read print anymore, despite still having over 100 print books on my shelf.
The other day my son’s girlfriend said she wanted to read Jurassic Park and I was pretty sure I had at least one copy. So I went to my book cabinet where I have my keepers and started pulling out books. As I did, I talked to my son and his girlfriend about memories I associated with each book. It made me a little sad–I won’t be able to relive the feelings of books with the files on my ereader.
I’m thinking this summer of going through those books and re-reading some. I still love my ereader, the instant gratification, the convenience, the huge font. But I love the memories, too.