Or maybe I'm a Luddite, hopelessly attached to texture. Print.
The real-life feel of fresh cut pages. The smell of books.
Instead of a stack, a tidy little device with multi apps, crammed to bulging with 35,000 books and not looking a bit bloated.
But not what you want to take to bed, or cuddle up to on the couch.
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