There is something about holding an organized pile of wood pulp and dried ink that gives the reader a shared stake in the author’s experience, some small part-ownership of a piece of information. “This is mine, and although the words in it are not, the experience is purely personal.”
Where will this take us with e-books? I am a huge fan of their accessibility and their rich creative potential, but will the magic persist?
(via Brain Pickings)


