“How do you scroll down?""I don't, I turn the page. It's a book.""Do you blog with it?""No, it's a book.”
“Don't do it. Please. I know this book looks delicious with its light-weight pages sliced thin a prosciutto and swiss stacked in a way that would make Dagwood salivate. The scent of freshly baked words wafting up with every turn of the page. Mmmm page. But don't do it. Not yet. Don't eat this book.”
“Life is a book and you are its author. You detemine its plot and pace and you--only you--turn its pages.”
“How do I live without the ones I love?Time still turns the pages of the book its burned.Place and time always on my mind.I have so much to say but your so far away.”
“Move on. It's just a chapter in the past. But don't close the book just turn the page.”
“How do you press a wildflower into the pages of an e-book?”