The stages of a writer" s professional life are marked not by a name on all office door, but by a name in ink. There was the morning when my father came home carrying a stack of Sunday papers because my byline was on page one, and the evening that I persuaded a security guard to hand over an early edition, still warm from the presses, with my first column. But there" s nothing to compare to the day when someone hands over a hardcover book with your name on the cover. I" m just not sure the moment would have had the same grandeur had my work been downloaded instead into an e-reader.Reading is not simply an intellectual pursuit but an emotional and spiritual one. That" s why it survives. There are still millions of people who like the paper version, at least for now. And if that changes—well, what is a book, really Is it its body, or its soul