Lost in a Good Book

Yesterday I met Shandonner in our local pub. He told me that he had been to see the paper sculptures in the Poetry Library.

So this morning I wandered up the High Street to Crichton Place and had a look at the little exhibitions of book art. There was a lovely framed explanation of how to make a Poetree out of old books, but I really liked this little figure curled up in the haven of a book.

It makes me think of how books have effected my life. I would not be the person I am without books....