I’m sitting in a Starbucks with 30 minutes to kill, sipping my soy milk coffee and thinking about the perfect setting for an iPad, or Kindle Fire, or any e-reader for that matter; and I feel a sense of longing, a desire: for a real, smelly old book.
I’m sitting in a Starbucks with 30 minutes to kill, sipping my soy milk coffee and thinking about the perfect setting for an iPad, or Kindle Fire, or any e-reader for that matter; and I feel a sense of longing, a desire: for a real, smelly old book.
