E-Books: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Screen

Once upon a time, I was that person. The one who swore they’d never, ever read an e-book. The one who proudly declared, “I need to feel the pages, smell the paper, stack my books in messy, teetering piles like a true literary gremlin.”

E-books? Digital pages on a cold, lifeless screen? Absolutely not. It felt like cheating on books. Betraying the very thing I loved. I was convinced that reading on a device just wasn’t the same—that it somehow didn’t count.

And then… I got an e-reader as a gift.

At first, I smiled politely, thinking, Great, another device I won’t use. But then I realized something: I could now read in bed without keeping a light on. No more fumbling with book lights or sacrificing my nightstand lamp for “just one more chapter.” My partner could actually sleep while I indulged my late-night reading habit (spoiler: I’m a terrible sleeper).

And suddenly, e-books weren’t so bad.

In fact, I realized something shocking—e-books aren’t the enemy. They’re just another way for people to read. Some readers only buy digital copies. Some love the convenience of carrying an entire library in their pocket. Some prefer adjusting the font size instead of squinting at tiny print. And you know what? That doesn’t make them less of a book lover.

So, yes. I still love my physical books. I still hoard paperbacks like a dragon guarding its treasure. But now? I also embrace the e-book world. Because in the end, it’s not about how you read—it’s about the stories themselves. And if my books can reach more readers in more ways, that’s a win in my book. (Pun absolutely intended.)

Would I ever give up physical books entirely? Absolutely not. But will I keep publishing e-books alongside my paperbacks and hardcovers? You bet.

Because a book is a book—no matter what format it comes in.