It’s been a brutal month on the Western Front. Three… I say again, three deaths of library books for which I have to pay. Every year or so we lose a book or maybe one gets a cup of water spilled on it accidentally but to have three casualities in a single month is a new, sobering reality. It is a reality that brings me shamefaced to my husband once again, who shakes his head and threatens to ban the library altogether unless we can get our act together. And like any good commander, I take full responsibility and tell him with all sincerity that we’ll do better this time! I have a plan! My platoon was poorly trained, in truth. One young soldier thought it was okay to sit a 5 month old grabbing, teething baby on his lap and read a book to him. It is okay… encouraged even. But the young lad failed to grab an appropriate board book from my shelf… or even one of those annoying books that I have to keep because they were gifts. No, he grabbed a library book. It was one that isn’t worth a title mention, for better or worse, as one of the kids tossed it in my book pile before I checked my holds out at the library. Being such a nondescript book, I couldn’t even have the pleasure of salvaging beautiful artwork to frame.
Then, we lost something that came to us with a loose binding to begin with. Readers, let it serve as a warning to always check the condition of a book before you check it out! It’s easy to hand something off to a librarian for repairs before it’s on your account! But should you do any further damage to such a book, you will pay. So, we bought one of the Where’s Waldo? books once a couple good yanks from the same teething, grabbing baby got a hold of it when his siblings left it on the floor in too close of his reach. While I never buy Waldo books or I Spy books because their merit lies solely in their novelty, I can use this remains of this book in a constructive way. Waldo backgrounds would make for fun homemade wrapping paper or envelopes for letters that I write (believe it or not, I’m among the dying breed that sometimes still handwrites letters!)
Finally, I am sad to say that the two year old was on quite a spree this month and also ruined my personal copy of a book which is a sweet delight: A Boy, a Dog, and a Frog which is one of my very favorite wordless books out there featuring one of my favorite illustrators, Mercer Mayer. So that was fairly depressing. The book is too small to make envelopes with and I suppose I could matte and frame a series of photos… it would be lovely artwork in a child’s bathroom or even bedroom… or I could use the images for gift tags, address labels on packages or mod podge them onto some blocks or a piece of furniture… hmm, here’s a sweet bunting idea… what else? I suppose that when it comes to repurposing books, there’s quite a bit that can be done. Ideally though, books are best left in their original form. Time to go write a check to the library… *sigh*… the pain of being a bibliozealot can be fierce indeed.