Bye bye bookshop

I've talked about the fear of the loss of the book as an object on this blog before, and with that fear, the commensurate alarm that we are witnessing the demise of the bookshop. Here's a column from The Guardian in March 2011, which lays out the view of an antiquarian book dealer: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2011/mar/09/farewell-secondhand-bookshops?CMP=twt_gu What's particularly interesting here are the comments from various readers, one or two of which are silly, but the remainder of which illustrate effectively the nostalgia and emotion evoked by the book, and by specialist bookshops. Is it possible to be nostalgic for something that still exists?