I doubt there is anyone who loves books more than I, though certainly equally is possible. I still remember going as a child, with my grandmother to a certain bookstore in Bloomington, Indiana, across from the university.
I don't know that an e-book is the same as holding a book, a book that marks the paged days with spills, notes, and tears. How well-thumbed is it?
Books are like The Velveteen Rabbit, made real as they are held, cuddled, petted, and loved.
My calendar is The Reading Woman, naturally. Here is the thought for this week.
"I've never known any trouble that an hour's reading didn't assuage."
Charles de Secondat
I don't think texting and reading on the internet count. I think it means curling in a chair or under a tree and I suppose one can do that with an e-book, but oh, the feel of paper, the nod to the tree, the allowing the tree to continue to contribute even after death.