I’ve been framed…

Last week I was talking about using books as decorative accents in my home; today I’m using macro photos of pages in my favorite books.  I took these pictures with my digital SLR and edited them on Picnik.  I like the slightly blurry look of the text, but it’s a matter of personal preference.

I then used Mat-o-matic to get an idea of how my pictures will look once I enlarge, mat, and frame them.

I’m not crazy about such a thick mat, but the site doesn’t offer different widths.  I’ll be using a much thinner mat and might only go with a single color.  We have an empty living room wall and haven’t had any luck finding art or prints that we like enough to hang.  In an inspired moment, I decided to just enlarge and frame macro photos of specific pages of my favorite books.  These framed images will hang either in a straight line across the wall, or in pairs–one set above the other.

Here’s a teaser until I finish this project:

A favorite page from Harry Potter about the Mirror of Erised (Desire)

Remember, these are works in progress and there is still tweaking and cropping to do, but this is essentially the look I’d like to have.  An here’s how it could potentially look as wall art…

Another image that I am going to use:

And that’s what I’m up to over here at Book, Line, and Sinker.  Wishing you all a week of happy reading!

I recently grabbed a my well-read copy of Bill Bryson’s A Walk In the Woods because I was in serious need of a laugh.  Bryson’s writing never fails to make me laugh; his turn of a phrase and sharp wit crack me up.  My husband glanced over to see what I was laughing about and said in an exasperated tone, “You’re reading that book again?”

I shot him a look and continued reading.  But his comment got me thinking about re-reading books.  Now, I’ve seen my hubby re-read a few books in his day, but I take re-reading to a whole new level.  I’ve read all of Bill Bryson’s books at least twice, and a few of them more than five or six times.  I’ve gone through the first three books of Harry Potter series a dozen times easily.  I’ve re-read Megan McCafferty’s Jessica Darling series a bunch of times, too.

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So, does re-reading books make me, “arrogant, narrow-minded, or dull” as Jack Thurston contends in an article he penned (Why Re-Reading is a Crime) for The Guardian in July 2007?  I’d like to think not, and after doing a bit of research online I learned that I’m not alone in my re-reading compulsion.  Articles in defense of re-reading have been featured in an op-ed piece for the New York Times, and articles in The New Yorker and Newsweek.

Now, I’ll admit that my re-read choices may not be classics from the literary canon that the supporters are writing about, but my books have merit and offer entertainment and cozy, familiar characters.  Like a favorite pair of perfectly broken-in jeans, I just love these books and can’t bear to let them languish on my shelves.  I realize that my re-reading might seem a bit excessive, but sometimes I only re-read portions of my favorite books.

Thurston argues that I’m wasting time and missing out on other authors, but I have to disagree.  I read more new books in a year than the average person–I think book bloggers in general read waaaay more than the rest of the population–and so I take exception to that point too.  I also take issue with the notion that I’m re-reading books because I’m dull and didn’t get the gist the first time through.  Nope, that’s not true either.

As the pro-re-reading faction argues, re-reading a book is like listening to a favorite song more than once (or twice!).  I’ll take  it a step further and compare re-reading books to watching a movie or television show more than once.  I’ve seen Back to the Future, The Wizard of Oz, The Graduate, and Goonies multiple times and still enjoy them.  Does that make me arrogant, narrow-minded, or dull?  (That’s a rhetorical question, friends.)

Now, if you’ll be kind enough to excuse me, I have to get back to re-reading A Walk in the Woods.

My parents have always been avid readers and read to my sister and me each night when we were kids.  I went on to become a rabid reader, but as much as I’d like to credit my parents and DNA for my book addiction, I never could have spiraled so out of control without the help of another (book) pusher: my elementary school librarian.

My librarian was the antithesis of any I had met before or since.  Miss F. was a hippie, a folk singer, an actress, a book nut, a creative genius, and book marketer extraordinaire.  This woman could, just by reading a few pages, turn a group of relatively sedate third graders into savage beasts, clawing and frothing as she raffled off a copy of The Stories Julian Tells.

She  wore long, flowery skirts and clogs, used different voices when reading or telling stories, and played the guitar with finger picks, plucking out snappy ditties about  the Dewey Decimal System, some hound dogs, or Halloween creatures.  Despite her unorthodox approach and style, looking back it’s easy to see how forward-thinking Miss F. was.  She was hyping multicultural literature long before any other schools.  Her pre- and post-reading techniques were ahead of their time in the early 80s–things I went on to learn in my own college Kid Lit courses 15 years later.

She introduced me to Daniel Pinkwater, the Cam Jansen series, Beverly Cleary, and a book about a little girl who was always being mistaken for a little boy.  This book was big news because there was a drawing of (gasp!) the boys’ bathroom–complete with a urinal–the stuff of legend when you’re an 8-year-old girl!

After I left grammar school in 1985, Miss F. moved on and authored a well-known book on Kid Lit and continued teaching on a university level.  She’s since published several more books and travels the world lecturing as a Children’s Literature Consultant.

Her love of reading and positive influence has stayed with me for 30 years–from our first meeting back in 1979 when I was in kindergarten–until today.  So, even though National Librarian Day isn’t until April 16th, I wanted to take time and thank my elementary school librarian for playing such an integral part in shaping my life as a reader and book blogger.

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