Amazon reported that their sales of e-books has outstripped that of hardbacks. That's not really surprising, as hard cover books are incredibly expensive and we're in a recession.
But some of my friends have been lamenting this, and I'm not. I won't lament when sales of digital books exceed all "real" books, whatever the cover. Because while I love what's in books, I hate books themselves.
I hate the dust, mites and mold they harbor. I hate having them around the house to collect dust, mites and mold. I hate the smell of old books. I hate the way their spines have to be broken to lie flat, and how many paperbacks never do lie flat even then.
Speaking of which, I hate paperbacks because they're ugly.
So there. I've said it. I don't miss "real" books and embrace my Kindle and the digital era with open arms.
You may feel differently. You may be like Star Trek captain Picard, who would curl up in his spaceship cabin with a "real" book of Shakespeare's sonnets. That's okay, too. But given how frequently people rhapsodize about their love of physical books and turning pages and so on, I thought I'd present the other side.