I have long admired a beautiful wreath that hangs on the wall of one of my dearest friends, founder of my favorite book club of all time and fellow book nerd. She made the wreath from the pages of a book; the crisp lines and cream and white colors really speak to me. I have also fallen in love with many a framed illustration, especially from classic children’s books. In the end, I’ve never been able to pull the plug and actually destroy a living, breathing book. (What’s that? Books aren’t alive. That’s what you think.) I realize my aversion to book crafts is probably illogical, but it all boils down to three main objections for me:
Great books should be read. It doesn’t matter how many copies of Pride and Prejudice I own, I will never have so many that I want to cut one apart. Great books deserve to be loved, read, and given as gifts. My copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is evening missing a page and I can’t bear to part with it. Every so often I find the page floating around and tell myself this is the day I will find a way to glue it back in. Until I actually do, I just read around the missing page.
I don’t want lame books on my walls. You might say that I could run to the thrift store and grab a book I don’t want to read for my craft. Surely my aversion to cutting apart books doesn’t extend to Lose 1,000 Pounds by Eating Only Alfalfa Sprouts and Cumin (dibs on the trademark if someone ever does write that book). You’re right. I don’t really mind some books being used as campfire fodder, but I don’t want them hanging on my walls. I know myself. If I ever make a book wreath, I will sneak a peek when I’m sitting on my couch and try to read the pages.
I can make or buy lovely bookish things without destroying an actual book. I haven’t actually made or purchased any of these things because a) I’m a lazier decorator and b) I spend my extra cash on books to read, but the fact of the matter is that if I absolutely have to have a coin purse that looks like a classic novel, I can buy one without tearing out any pages.
For a long time, I thought I was being ridiculous. There are so many reasons why it shouldn’t a big deal to cut apart the copy of Gulliver’s Travels I have sitting in my pile to take to Goodwill. Ridiculous or not, I have never been able to take the plunge. When my sister sent me this photo last week, I learned that my feelings must not be very secret:
She knows me so well! Turns out, at least a couple people agree with me, including the author of this hilarious round up of The 15 Most Horrific Crafting Abuses Ever Committed Against Books. Amen.