(M-W's Word of the Day: Fusty-saturated with dust and stale odors; musty)
But now I'm back, on the third day of November, and you know what that means-NaNoWriMo! Even though I spent a good hour and a half writing my book on the bus and worked some more on it yesterday, it was all on paper and not online, which means I don't have an official count or an update an my awesome little widget on the side (cough cough). I'm hoping to write some more tomorrow on the bus when we have downtime, but for now, my word count is at zero, leaving me far behind. :( But it's all right; I'll catch up soon. I just need time.
In a completely different direction, check out this article my dad sent me.
(TL;DR: Studies show that reading real books is more stimulating mentally than ebooks.)
I kind of knew this all along, actually. I've had my Nook since I was thirteen and I love it, but whenever I have the choice, I'd rather get the paper copy of something than the ebook version. There's just something about turning the pages of a book that makes the experience complete, and besides, there's nothing more annoying than your Nook dying before you can finish a story. How many times do you have to worry about a book dying?
Do you guys agree? Are real books better, or are ebooks just as good? Comment below, or if you don't feel like it, answer in my super high-tech poll below.
Until later, I've got makeup work to do (I'm missing school tomorrow so I can go to the State marching contest), so I'll see you later.