I just couldn’t help copying the following from the Stray Toaster (with all the due apologies, of course):
If you take a book with you on a journey’ Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, ‘an odd thing happens: the book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice-cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypapers. Memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.
This rings so true… It’s actually something I really love about books and one of the things that keep me from being able to forego the dead-treeware editions.