Call it my age or my obstinacy (or most likely a frothy combination of both), but to call a book a book shouldn't there have to be actual pages and bindings and covers?

I totally get technology advancing and instant gratification and all that, but with every physical bookstore that goes the way of the dodo I lose a tiny bit more of what always enhanced my enjoyment of reading: getting to actually pick out my own copy!

(Bordering on OCD-levels, my process of choosing a book in a bookstore is not actually too dissimilar from the gentlemen customer examining the eggs in the movie “Clerks”...although I'd never use the floor, block the aisle, or sniff the pages while anyone was watching.)