There’s just something about the weight and smell of an actual book that keeps them in my heart, something that ebooks can’t replace. (Comments disabled here, please visit the original post.)
There’s something unexplainable about holding and reading a book. I can’t exactly pinpoint what it is that gives me such joy, but having an actual text in my hands and turning its pages as I immerse myself deeper and deeper in its plot is a sensation like no other. My mom gave me an article […]
Insomniac Nightmares 