Recently the lovely folk at Foyles bookshop in London asked me to write something for their website. It seemed like a welcome opportunity to browse my bookshelves and write about individual books that caught my eye. As I did so, I realized - not for the first time - that my affection for the titles in question was often tied up with the specific copy of the book that I owned. I could recall the circumstances under which I had bought it, or the reasons why I had gone looking for that book in the first place. Each copy was a marker, a little milestone on my progress through life, and while the titles themselves are replaceable, those particular copies can never be replaced.
the merits of ebooks, they simply don't allow the reader that degree of
emotional investment in a beloved object. If you're curious, you can
read more here: http://www.foyles.co.uk/john-connolly