I still like real books. You know: the kind that are made out of paper, glued or stitched together, with a cover made out of stiff paper or cardboard surrounding.
I like those.
It doesn't even have to be a fancy hardback. There's something about reading from a paperback that takes me back to all the (relatively) cheap paperbacks I used to buy seemingly by the carton-load when I was in school. Star Trek, Louis L'Amour, fantasy, baseball biographies ... reading an old, standard-sized paperback with a few creases on the cover is like being that kid again.
I like e-books, too. I love that I can have several books on my Kindle and flip back and forth between them. I can stick it in a backpack and go hiking or a suitcase when I go on a trip and I've got Chesterton, Tolstoy, Dumas and Dostoyevski, Christie, L'Amour and me all quick to hand and it weighs about as much as a pencil. (And did I mention that so many of these great old authors have books for free on Kindle and Nook? There are so many great free books for my Kindle that I don't anticipate living long enough to ever have to buy a book again!)
I know people who love to be book snobs and smugly tell you about how they only read "real" (meaning, made from a dead tree) books. In every walk, there will always be people striving to find the silliest way possible to look down on others.
Still other people I know will read books on their phones--which I don't want to do, but more power to 'em. I just like to read.
And no, I don't actually have anything to say about bookies, except that their title implies I should be a lot more akin to them than I am.