I love hardcover books. I love them because they look good displayed. Now it used to be that most of my reading was done at home or—when I lived in Korea—in my office. In such a situation, a hardcover is just as good as a softcover. These days, though, all my reading—at least all my reading for pleasure—is done on the bus and occasionally—very occasionally—in bed. For the bus, at least, the paperback is the way to go, both for ease of storage, weight, and required space.
Right now I’ve got about ten hardcover books that I want to get into, but that I won’t. Should my circumstances change, I’ll be diving right in. As it stands now, I’m going to have to get paperback copies of those—likely used—or I won’t ever read them.
Strange how things change.