I’m not going to lie. I still love the feel of a brand new, physical book in my hands. The thicker the better. I love the smell, which ranks up there with the ocean breeze and roses. I love holding a big old Stephen King book that weighs more than our family dog. I even love the sound the pages make when they turn—unless someone else is reading, then it is just annoying. I love how different books look together on a shelf. I love to peruse through the covers, whether at home or at a book store. I love collecting the works of my favorite authors and seeing them grouped together on a shelf.
But I also live digital books. I love how I can have a book magically delivered to me in seconds when I need something new to read. I love that I can read at night and not keep my husband awake with a lamp by the bed or trying to use a clip on light under the covers. I love having something small enough to fit in my purse that weighs very little and still carries an entire library. I love that I can outline passages that grab my attention. I love not having books fall out at me when I open any given closet in my house because I already own too many (true story).
So which do I prefer? Neither. I love them both.
As a writer, I’m glad I have the option to offer both printed and digital versions of my books, because as a reader i know—you never know what form of reading you will be in the mood for next.