I love physical books. I adore them! I can take them into the bathroom with me to read should the need come up and I have to spend time there without short circuiting something.

I do love small book stores, like the one in the town I live in where the owner actually knows something about the books she sells and has a wonderful selection of good used books.

My option is up the road in the “big” city of Nanaimo where I get the doubtful joys of shopping in Chapters. The kids on the floor have no idea what they’re selling, where it might be found or even appear interested in serving customers instead of gathering together to have a chat. Oh yes, and there’s the ever present loyalty card. I do get a discount but still, these things are weighing down my damned wallet. The other customers, for the most part, seem to think they’re in the aisles of a supermarket and aren’t into interacting with any life form let alone other shoppers unless, of course, you run into them on the way into the ever present Starbucks. Even then it’s only to exchange the opinion that Starbucks coffee is too expensive and that ditch water makes for better coffee.
If my alternative is on line shopping and becoming an anti-social hermit or vampire type then I’m all for it. As for seeing the sun for months on end you’ve obviously never spent a winter in this part of the world, have you?
I see my neighbours and interact with them daily and other folks round town too as well as in my church and in other activities I’m deeply involved in.
Of course, vampires have a decent involvement with humans in the night and a far better sex life than either of us have enjoyed anywhere but in our imaginations so if there’s a way to become one it does sound tempting.