I do most of my reading on a screen now, simply because that is how my aging eyes work best these days, but on seriously autumn evenings, there is nothing quite as satisfying as to sit by the fire with a real paper book in hand. Somehow, the author's voice seems to come through better on paper.
I also write mostly on a computer. I have a big monitor that allows me to enlarge the text enough that I can work without my glasses. However, I can still squint and scribble when I must and find the process peculiarly satisfying. Paper grounds the words, gives them weight and presence. Though I have written, unwritten, rewritten a manuscript for months, maybe a year or longer, it doesn't seem quite real to me until I see it bound and printed. Every novel dreams of becoming a book.