My mother is a smart, funny, beautiful, wonderful woman. But she has one serious flaw. When she reads a book, she often...
(Please brace yourself here. If you are prone to fainting spells, please sit down.)
... marks her place by laying the book face down, spine up, and open. Sometimes she will mark her place by sticking another book in there so that the poor book rests there, mouth open like a patient waiting for a dentist to drill. Or she'll use a wad of tissue. Or even a pencil or (gasp) an uncapped pen!
And in response, the books cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath: "The horror! The horror!"
But no more. Now, she will have...
Last week, my magnificently awesome husband designed bookmarks for INTO THE WILD. And today, the nice UPS man brought them to our door! They look super-spiffy, if I do say so myself. Here, take a look for yourself (front and back, click to see larger image):
What do you think? Super-spiffy, right?
We got 1,000 of them. The box weighed, like, 307 pounds. I spent a fair amount of time tonight admiring them. They look extra-super-spiffy when you take a stack and fan them out. I made my husband do that about 8 million times. Anyway, I am planning to bring a whole stack of them with me to the SCBWI Winter Conference and to Boskone. So if you see me at either event and would like one, please don't hesitate to ask. Also, if you are a librarian or a bookseller and would like some to hand out, please let me know and I'd be happy to send them to you. I'd like to do my part to spare the books of the world the horror of a bookmark-less existence.