Isn't it a nice feeling to run your fingers over a hard cover book? Most hard covers are textbooks or other assorted directives, but every so often an intellectual delicacy flows under the tightly bound covers. This wasn't how it always was. The paperback has been in existence since the 19th century, but it just seems so much more common than that. And not that I scorn paperbacks, no not at all. They're more convenient to carry than hard covers.
The charm of the hardcover is in how declarative it is. It wasn't meant to be hidden in a coat pocket, it's an endeavor. The text is protected by bulletproof plates and hewn together with tungsten. You can use it to prop up a broken table leg, perhaps open a safe with it. For what the softcover has in sleekness, the hardcover makes up for in imagination.