No more endless struggles with pages closing at the best part. Goodbye to finger strain during long reading sessions on public transport.
I owned one during my university years. Found in a neighborhood bookstore redolent of coffee and wax, nestled between old maps and literary stickers. It traveled at the bottom of my bag, alongside misplaced pens and sweets, but became my precious ally during all-night reading sessions or hectic journeys.
These precious details have fallen into oblivion
Rediscovering this accessory reminded me of a fundamental aspect: reading is a sensory experience.
The contact with the paper, its characteristic scent, the rustling of turning pages – these are all sensations that no digital book, despite its advantages, can fully reproduce.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate my e-reader. Its compact size and integrated light make it a discreet companion for nighttime reading.
