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