For me, paper books always will lure me in.
I love my Kindle, which has expanded the scope and volume of my reading. It also satisfies my instant gratification obsession. I can't always have what I want when I want it, but the limitations are la bit lessened with my Kindle at my side.
Surrounding myself with paper / bound books continues to provide a high that I am only beginning to understand and appreciate. While I am trying to rid myself of stuff, my books stay and multiply. It's not even the books in my house; my entertainment regularly includes bookstores and libraries.
Even when I don't venture far from home, or even outside it, books satisfy my wanderlust. I can travel through time and to places near and far simply by turning the pages. Also, though my formal education currently is secondary to my Son's, flipping through a book can provide needed knowledge. My emotional well-being is elevated by my surrounding books. The ones I bought at various stages and rages remind me where I've been and how far I've come. And lest I forget my cook book collection, which enriches me on many levels.
Much will come and go, but my books will remain. They decorate my house and my heart; they are a comforting constant.
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