There are some of us for whom books will never be relics. Will never be yesterday’s format, carelessly abandoned when some new wizardry comes along. For people like us, our libraries will always be our cathedrals. And while we can certainly make room for pixels and downloads, it is the book in hand that we cherish. We love it as reference, as artifact, solid, tangible. We love it on our shelves, on our bedside tables, we love it stacked on the desk. We love how it waits for us.
Books are patient, mostly. They will outlast us all.