Why I Love Real Books

I grew up loving books, real books, with their smudged ink on dog-eared pages held together by bent withering spines. The library was where I wanted to be. Surrounded by all the books I could ever want to read. I didn’t just love reading, I loved the smell and feel of the books. A lot of kids today have never even seen a real book let alone read one. They have kindles, nooks, tablets and cell phones. They even have them in schools now. Half the time I look at kids they have their noses in their devices playing a game. I don’t think I would like being a kid…