I'll Stick with the Real Thing, Thanks

I've read science fiction stories where books don't exist anymore and all that is left is what is on a computer or what is plugged into people's brains or some holographic projection thingy. Verrry scary. I wouldn't want to imagine a world without the sound of turning pages.

Half the pleasure for me is the physical aspect--the curling up in a good chair, looking at the pictures, feeling the weight of the book in my hands, marking my favorite spots . . . .

I love trees, but I love my books even more!

I like listening to books being read to me, while I'm driving or doing chores or some other activity where it is impossible to safely read. But if ever, God forbid, I should need to know how to do books the computer way in case of some horrible book disaster I decided to try the audiobooks online.

Dreadful! Maybe in the glittering future every title will be available online and readily accessible within a matter of seconds, but not only couldn't I get any Winnie the Pooh (I made do with a sad substitute of The Wind in the Willows) it also took more time than anyone rightfully should have to download it.

Online/ebooks? Thank you, no.