(to the tune of “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”) I’m dreaming of a real print book, Just like the ones you know yourself. With real book covers, For book club lovers To place with others on the shelf. I’m dreaming of some print fiction, With every library I see, May you turn each page with anxious glee, And may all books once have been a tree. I’m dreaming of a real novel, The kind you hold with both your hands. With check out and check in, The books don’t glisten The kind your mother understands.   I’m dreaming of …