In case you weren't aware, I love books. And even though I once pictured myself brooding alongside a philosophical poet type dressed in black, I ended up marrying a confident builder dressed in black with specks of paint, plaster, cement and numerous other concoctions glued to his pants. Life is good.
But this dressed-in-black type doesn't read...much. He's dyslexic, a total channel surfer and occassional cook. We made one little baby, and then two. And out of those two little ones, one came out dyslexic...and very often dressed in black.
And so because it takes some effort to get the little dyslexic one to handle a book AND infuse some color into his too-young-to-know-but-experiencing-goth episode in life, the above prints are so wonderfully perfect and deliver a kind message to those intimidated by those heavy paper things: books are our friend.
I spotted those prints and others at Apartment Therapy.
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