This was a terrific little find in my web browsing today. A new take on some classic and iconic book covers. Wonderful artwork by talented artisits. From Emily Stemple at Flavorwire.com, Redesgined Book Covers.
In honour of World Book Day, which is being celebrated today in the UK, we thought we’d delve into the interesting stories and trivia hiding behind some of the most popular and successful books ever written. So, here goes…
The biggest-selling book written in English is Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities. Dickens’s 1859 novel about the French Revolution (the ‘two cities’ of the title are London and Paris) is in many ways his most untypical book: of the fifteen novels he wrote (including the unfinished The Mystery of Edwin Drood), it is arguably the least comic (with Hard Times not far ahead of it for laughs). Since no small part of Dickens’s perennial popularity is surely his genius for comedy, along with his portrayals of Victorian London, it seems odd that this novel – which is largely set in Paris – should be his most popular…
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There is a great article in this month’s issue of The Atlantic (March 2013): Serial Thriller by Megan Garber that discusses the surprising rise in popularity of the serial story. As in the opposite of instant gratification. As in you have to wait for the cliffhanger to be resolved. Its evident in the popularity of serial television shows such as The Walking Dead and Breaking Bad (just two of many) as well as in movies and books (Twilight Saga, Hunger Games).
In today’s world where we have access to almost anything, instantly with the click of a button, I must admit that I found this to be refreshing news. I rather like the thought that, despite all of the technological advancements that we have made towards instant acquisition, we haven’t lost the thrill of anticipation or as Garber puts it, “the anticipatory pleasure that can come from the simple act of waiting.”
What are your favorite serial stories?
Sigh. Oh, to have been the one to stumble upon this treasure in the trash pile.
Can’t you almost see the young Elvis Presley, new to town, perhaps shy, diligently reading about Andrew Jackson in the school library as giggling thirteen-year-old girls try to catch his attention?
A wonderful article from Publisher’s Weekly written by Richard Davies from AbeBooks.com. We are happy that republishing Stephen Meader’s books means that they are no longer out of print; however, we remember all too well the joy of the hunt and finding (and scoring) those beloved first editions.
I especially love this: “book collecting is alive and well, and co-existing happily alongside digital media.” Hooray!
Love this creative idea!
Remember the bookbags you carried back in elementary school? If you were lucky, Mom took you back-to-school shopping for slacks, shoes and a new bookbag to hold all those textbooks. I can’t remember what my last bag looked like. But when I started playing around with discarded textbooks, I knew what my next bookbag could look like.
Long before I bought shoulder bags made from a Guatemalan coffee sack and knitted plastic grocery bags, and way before upcycling or DIY were terms I’d actually heard of, I started making book purses.
Happy to report there are several, new-to-me book purses in production. Here are a few from the archives.
What were your favorite books as a child?
For me, nothing could compare to magic that existed in the story of The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams. The philosophical idea within the story that “love makes something real” must have captivated me because I have vivid memories of believing all my deeply-loved, inanimate friends of the stuffed variety had feelings. I especially had a soft spot for stuffed, plush bunnies as a child. My very first lovey was bestowed the name “Ba-doo”, the best I could do with the word “bunny” at the age of two. She never left my side and was my own personal security blanket.
That’s her picture in this post. I still have her. I believe that she’s weathered the years beautifully. Her face is gone, her ears are worn and her color has faded but when I look at her I see my sweet little friend. I know that she was deeply loved by a little girl who truly believed that she was real.
Fiction and poetry are medicines. They heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.