Vinyl, film, fixies, books. All making a rock-solid comeback, God bless the hipsters. I'm indifferent to the first three, being digital in my music and image acquisition and geared in the treadlie department. But I do adore paper and print: the look, feel and smell of it.

As much as I love my iPad mini and the many dozens of fine digitally rendered works it holds, downloading from Apple or Kindle can never get close to the pleasure – the thrill – of handling a newly minted volume, still warm off the press. British polymath Stephen Fry had it right when he tweeted in 2009: "One technology doesn't replace another, it complements. Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators."