I know that given the subject of this blog and the nature of my profession, I should be writing about the recommendations handed down by the Productivity Commission this week.

But you know what? I’m too sad and angry and conflicted and it’s all mixed up with anxiety over how reading is going to evolve in the digital age… And my realization that I am one of those Luddites who could probably never have the same relationship with reading without the presence of the reassuring, printed, paper book. I am a dinosaur, people – a t-rex in specs, curled up in my cave with a block of sliced paper and dreaming she is not extinct.