I like real books, the kind with paper pages and black ink. The kind that tell stories about people and animals and real places. I like the kind of books I can hold in my hand and turn the pages, one-by-one-by-one. The kind I don’t have to re-charge but that are ready anytime I am. The kind that has those cream-colored pages with numbers in the corner. The kind of books I don’t want to put down because they are so worth my time. So, is it any surprise that my favorite place is a library, a bookstore, or my favorite reading chair? What about you, are books with paper pages your friends?