I can consume one of these notebooks faster than a pack-a-day smoker can burn through a pack of cigarettes. I've been using hardcover Moleskine notebooks for more than 20 years and can honestly say the quality is unrivaled. It's not a journey unless I've got a pocket-sized Moleskine stuffed into the back pocket of my blue jeans. It never loses my data. There's never a low-battery warning to dismiss. There's never a need to switch off and on again to wait for the reboot. The remarkably hearty back pocket keeps my magnetic-stripe transit cards safe and separate from my wallet. The durable elastic strap never breaks loose. The bindings never quit. Neither rain, nor snow, nor sitting crosslegged on concrete for hours can kill these things. I've subjected them to all kinds of torture, albeit unintentionally. I've bent then, dropped them, sopped them, thrown them, crushed them and crammed them full of gibberish, yet every one I ever purchased still lives.