No, this isn’t a rant against ebooks. Actually, the more I read them, the more I like them. And I must admit that the convenience of immediately owning the book once you’ve had the impulse to buy it, is terrific from both a consumer’s and a publisher’s point of view. After all, book purchases do seem to be impulse purchases these days, don’t they?

BUT

I arrived home from my summer holidays last night and there in my apartment was a box of fresh new copies of the 2nd edition of Dreams of May. I wrote about the wonder of republishing that first book of mine here, but I can tell you that holding it in my hand, turning it over and over to check out the covers, thumbing through the pages to see the layout and that wonderful dark, black Palatino print — ooh, ahh, my oh my — nothing can replace that feeling. Certainly, no pixel strewn screen can.

AND SO

for this author at least, nothing will ever replace a real, physical book. Even if the future finds an industry where all books are published only in some sort of virtual form, I do hope that the authors  continue to get at least one copy they can hold in their hands themselves.

It was a great way to be welcomed home.