My brother gave me a Nook for Christmas. I've added and read so many different types of books, highlighted passages, bookmarked chapters, and converted word documents into pdf files to read. I'm reading more books than ever before, without any strain to my eyes -- but I'm reading more books at one time than I did before. I still buy and rent physical books, which I prefer much more than digital ones. There's something special about cracking open the spine of a book, peeling back the yellow pages, gripping the hard cover and sniffing the dusty old insides. Digital books are more efficient; you can re-download and erase books and build up an entire library on one reader. But I still cannot turn away from the high rows of red and yellow and blue books, piled sloppily on shelves. There's so much exploration inside a library or bookstore. I encounter authors I never knew, who died thousands of years before I was born. I stumble upon their ideas and become fixated. And the atmosphere of a bookstore is something I love; the aroma of coffee and the many people scanning the aisles and the noises of people chattering.