I recently received a package of books from my editor at Little, Brown. (Yes, this is one of the coolest moments in landing a book deal — it’s like the Welcome Wagon of the publishing business.) The package included beautiful picture books like “Martha Doesn’t Say Sorry” and “Birdie’s Big Girl Shoes,” cool books for grade school readers like “School of Fear” and “The Unusual Mind of Vincent Shadow,” and several gorgeous young adult novels like “Prophecy of the Sisters” and “Ghost Girl.” After being appropriately in awe of the talent, imagination and creativity housed in the books, my next thought was on how beautiful they looked. “Ghost Girl” has a silhouette cut-out on the front cover and silver edging on all the pages, while “Prophecy of the Sisters” has a foil cover with illustrated borders on each page.

Now, it’s no secret that I am a supreme Kindle Fan Girl and I love love love my digital books. I love buying them on the Kindle. I love the instant gratification and the ease of use and small size for traveling. And I continue to be a Kindle cheerleader. But the collection of living, breathing books with covers and colors and pages that looked and felt and smelled beautiful at least made me think about what I’m missing when I read digitally. There IS something special about holding a book, magical even.

Of course, the digital Gods have made it clear they want me in their camp. Because when I brought some of these books for a show and tell on my podcast “This Week in Media” in late August, I left them in the studio. The Kindle saved the day – I’d already bought “Prophecy of the Sisters” on my Kindle so I finished reading it there.

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