Mention reading ebooks and most people give you a dill-pickle face reaction. Then they take a deep breath and I know what’s coming. Before the first vibrations cross the space between their vocal chords and my eardrum, the words they will say reverberate like a stuck loop in my brain: “But I love the feel of a paper book, of turning the pages. You can’t get that from electronic books.” I’m reminded of my grandfather’s arguments about the superiority of horse over horseless carriage, and how the horse instinctively knew every stop along his mail route. “You can’t get that from a car,” he said. My grandmother had a similar…