For some time the argument has not so much raged, as gently simmered: "real" book v Kindle.
We all seem to start off thus:
"Oh, I'd never get a Kindle. I like real books; the feel, the smell, the look of them. No Kindles for me".
Then we get a Kindle, and we say it's "just for holiday reading", of course, because all those books are so heavy, aren't they? (We used to allocate almost a whole case just to books.)
Well I have a confession. I will always love proper books, made of paper, with real covers and pages you can turn (and look back through); books you can keep, books that 'furnish a room', books you can lend and browse through, boks that come with memories of when and where I read them. But sometimes, just sometimes, I actually prefer a Kindle. I know. Awful isn't it. But this realisation came to me last night, when I was reading a heavy paperback and eating an apple at the same time, and kept losing my place in the book. Just for a moment, I wished the book had been on Kindle.
There. I've said it. I feel much better now. Phew!