So recently I downloaded the Kindle app on my phone, I figured it’d be cheaper and save more space if I bought more ebooks. You know, those random standalone books I wanted to read could be bought in ebook form. It would be more eco friendly too I suppose.
So I got the app, and I browsed and browsed and yet I couldn’t bring myself to buy anything. I found plenty of books I could’ve bought, but I didn’t. Couldn’t.
I’ve come to the realisation that nothing can beat the feel of a book to me. No argument about money saving or space saving can make me do it. Nothing can beat the feeling when I look up from my bed and see rows of books that I’ve bought over the years.
I love libraries and I do like to visit my local one every so often but it feels so much nicer building my own library. For when I move in with my equally book obsessed boyfriend and we can join our not-so-lil collections together, and continue to grow it.
I’ve had a bookshelf in every room I’ve been in since I could read, it was as much of an essential as my bed. I love the feel of books and how they look all stacked together.
Honestly, I just think I hate the feeling that my ebooks would be physically unaccounted for. I can’t put them on my shelves with the rest of my collection, they’ll just be hidden on my phone. Don’t like that.
And I’m not bashing ebooks, I’m fully aware of their strengths and I’m cool with the people who like ebooks. You do you and all that!
Until next time 🍁