Sweetie, I'm so sorry to hear it. On every level. To have something you love doing threatened by pageless, spineless books. I often wonder what we are doing to ourselves with this dependence on the net for everything.
I recently bought a 1943 Book Club edition of Vera Caspary's novel, Laura. I couldn't believe how beautiful it was when it arrived. The oldtime dust jacket and really thick paper! You really know you're turning a page with this book. It smells like books should too, you know?
Surely the job of Professional Libarian could be adapted to the net? Somehow?
I dunno. I grasping at straws here.
Warm hugs,
