When I was a kid, I didn't get my first new book until I was about 11. And I treated that book like a treasure. I refused to even read it because I didn't want to break the binding. I definitely buy a lot of my books on my kindle, but sometimes, there's nothing like the real thing baby (thanks U2). Thus, on Friday during lunch Kim and I went to an a awesome local bookstore where they sell actual books. Not electronic versions, but real, live, amazing books. Tattered Cover has so many nooks and spots to read your favorites. Whether new or old. Magazine or volume of dictionaries. The smell of books and people and coffee are why we need to keep real books alive.
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