I’d never destroy a book, they are like precious stones to me so when I received a book who’s sole purpose was to be drawn in and have pages abused, I was stunned. How could anyone, let alone me, do what this book was demanding?
Flipping through the almost blank white pages, I read the title on each one and my mind turned of the suggestions that the book was wanting; fold this page, draw dots, create a pet, write a list of things you have lost etc.
‘How can I do this to you?’ I whispered.
‘Because I want it,’ the book answered back, ‘I don’t want to be empty. Fill me with your pens.’
I shut my eyes, took up my pens and made my first marks on the cover. I was expecting to recoil in horror by what I had done but actually, I smiled at my crude drawing of a tree.
It’s okay, I thought, this book was made for this and the pages want me to bring them to life.
(Photo belongs to me)