Raise your hand if you remember this!
There was a time when the newspaper was delivered by a kid on a bike, landing on the front path or porch—my brother was one of those kids, way back when.
And those who remember will also never forget how the ink rubbed off on your hands. In fact, that was a poignant part of a movie I admire from 1987, Wings of Desire, when an angel over Berlin missed the ink on his hands before becoming an angel (Peter Falk played an ex-angel).
I love the tactile experience of holding something such as a book or magazine. I always know where I am in a book. The thickness, texture, heft, pages are part of the experience. I always felt a little guilty dog-earring a page to come back to later—even after smoothing out the fold, I could always tell which page had been crimped at the corner.
When I published my own book, I knew that the electronic format would display more vivid colors and be more portable and “practical.” But as I come up to the one year anniversary of its release, I’m overjoyed to find that the paper book is the version that most buyers prefer.
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