. . . for the Crafter
Here at WORZALLA we have the pleasure of making more than 55 million books over the course of a year. That’s a lot of great literature pouring into the world. There is no shortage of reading material out there. Ah, but what to choose? So many books, so little time!
Recalling a line from the Christmas carol, “Jolly Old Saint Nicholas,” we learn from her sibling that Nelly wants a storybook for Christmas, since she is really not into dolls. I guess you could say she’s the ‘bookish’ type.
But there are lots of types of people for whom a book is a most cherished gift.
For our countdown to the Season of Giving we will explore different types of people and what books may be perfect for them. We will showcase some of our customers’ wonderful books that were manufactured with pride at WORZALLA.
Perhaps you will get an idea or two for those ‘hard to buy for’ types!
BOOKS FOR THE HISTORY BUFF!
BOOKS FOR THE OUTDOORS TYPE!
“For children, the joy of a book is not merely the story but the feel, the taste, the smell of it — the texture of the paper, the size and shape of the typeface, the illustrations, flaws, marks, even the numbering of the pages.
“My Peter Pan was the cheapest of editions, with an indented Mabel Lucy Atwell Peter on the red cover. The paper was thick, the illustration line drawings set into the text. I still know that little book as if I held it in my hands. The memory holds the cold air of my bedroom, the nightlight in its saucer, the car lights crossing the ceiling, my father’s voice.”
Pamela Brown, b. 1928
excerpt from Book Lovers Quotations, 1992, Exley Gift Books
Every time I read the above quote I feel a sense of pride in what we do here at WORZALLA. It truly is ‘more than a book,’ and we have the role of turning images, text and design into a tactile, physical thing.
My most beloved book was a copy of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, with a full-color illustration of Shirley Temple as Rebecca and black and white photos from the movie interspersed in the text. I can see that book jacket as clearly today as the day I opened this precious gift. Ms. Brown (quoted above), is so right about the vivid recollections. I can see myself in the bedroom that I shared with two sisters, on our trundle bed with the rosebud bedspread, leaning up against the wall with that book in my hands.
My son’s favorite book was Barnaby Frost. At 18 months of age he could recite it word for word as I turned the pages. The sing-song lyrics were never forgotten.
What’s your fondest memory tied to a book? Take some time today to remember.