Gorgeous isn’t it?
As I have been taking pictures to add to my Anthropology Favorites Page,
I came across this in my local store.
It’s really beautiful. But
what occurred to me as I looked at it was that this, a collection of pages,
filled wit the stories of brilliant classic writers, bound in hard canvas
covers, is now décor. The idea of
having dozens of tales sit above your head inspiring your nightly dreams is
lovely. But I wonder if the
personal experience of actually holding a book in your hands and turning it’s
pages is an experience that will eventually be passed down to future
generations through “when I was young” stories, very much like the cranking car
window or the television rabbit-ear antennas. What is enchanting about this to me, a woman in her 40’s
probably will never have the same impact on future generations. Their
relationship with prose very often comes in a hard plastic package with a lit
glass screen. Sure, the characters
remain the same. The stories are
still told. The morals are still
learned. But what about the feeing
that happens at the end of reading a physical book…that one where there are
just a few pages left. The
excitement is building for those final words from the new hero. Your heart races a little with
anticipation. At the same time
there is that bittersweet sadness in your chest, because you know it will soon
be over, like the loss of a friend.
That feeling, that experience, may itself become an old tale to be
So for me, this display, while it encompasses Juvenile Hall
Design’s mission of inspiring your child by surrounding them with what they
love, also serves as a symbol of nostalgia. And I’m not sure I like it.
So for today, the last Feisty Friday post of the summer, I’m
challenging you, my readers, to give your child just one real book to
read. Make it a “back to school”
gift or maybe just leave it on their pillow. Be sure that this scene continues to represent an
experience, not just a tale.