"We need to read more," my husband says to me as he hits the lights. We had just finished a 3-episode Netflix binge, spending our only time together for the day staring at the TV screen. I don't disagree. I grew up reading old-school books. Paper books. Tangible pages to turn, dusty smells to inhale. There was a time when I didn’t go anywhere without a book. My parents instilled a love of reading in my sister and me, which I will be forever thankful for. These days it's all tech, all the time. The ways of the book are (nearly) gone, but not forgotten.[...]