24/06/2026
After nearly a decade, I bought a physical book for myself.
I wouldn't call myself a voracious reader, but I am a fairly consistent one. Most years, I manage to read between 12 and 18 books. For the last 10+ years, however, almost all of that reading has happened on a Kindle.
There was a time when I owned quite a collection of books. In fact, my wife used to jokingly tell me that one day I would need to buy a separate house just to store them because she was running out of places to keep my books. 😄
When we moved from Chennai to Madurai around 2012–13, I switched to Kindle for convenience. It took me a while to get used to it, and while I grew to appreciate carrying an entire library in my hand, I never completely stopped missing the experience of a physical book—the feel of turning pages, the smell of fresh paper, and the simple joy of holding a book while reading.
This particular book has been on my radar for a while. I loved the movie adaptation and was excited to discover that it was originally a novel. I waited for months hoping a Kindle edition would show up, but it never did. Eventually, I gave up waiting and ordered the physical copy.
So here I am, holding my first newly purchased physical book in almost a decade, excited not just about the story inside but also about reconnecting with an old habit in its original form.
Will I start building a massive collection again?
Probably not.
I'd like to remain happily married. 😄
Happy reading! 📚