When I got to the class I loved it, tearing through (pun unintended) my assigned books, coptic, flat back and "sweet" I also made multiple other books on my own time, one I gave away as a gift which I regret now, I think it can be hard for people to realize the significance of being given a hand made book or the amount of work that goes into it. Anyway I enjoyed the class so much that I decided to take it again...sort of, because I had the same teacher as the first time 'round and she'd never minded if we worked in class or at home, I barely went to the class at all, quite frankly I'd only come for the lectures the first time I took the class.
Anyway I made a whole lot of books. The reason all of this comes up is that I just started using one of the books I made as a journal and frankly it may be one of the best books I've ever made, the front cover is a thing of beauty if I do say so myself.




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