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Another Altered Book

We have finished the altered book about some of our favorite authors. It was a nice exercise--like a refresher course in literature as we dug through web sites and our meager collection of books for ideas. Each author was given a picture, a copy of his or her signature (except for the Brontes because they were too many), an excerpt from a quote, and some related imagery.

Here is Mark Twain's page. He is one of the most quoted, or over-quoted authors, but I thought this one suited the Huckleberry imagery: The work I have done I have done because it was play.


The Edgar Allan Poe page is more macabre with burgundy
instead of a pastoral green.

John Steinbeck's page is a little more industrial with hardware and a bit of rusted window screen over the classic Depression era photo of the poverty-stricken woman with her children. How many prepositional phrases can I squeeze into one sentence?
Cannery row sits below his free-hanging photo.


Charles Dickens' main theme of the disparity between the classes is shown with Oliver saying "I want more," and a gold strand of thread serving as a barrier between the haves and the have-nots, which is a common theme for many authors.


I think my next project will be a book devoted to composers. I know less about them, so it will take more research. Honestly, I don't know that much about authors, but when all you're looking for is a general theme, a photo, and a single quote, it isn't difficult to put it all together.

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dive said…
You are so hugely talented, Robyn; these are stunning (although I'm really glad it was a 'non-book' that you destroyed).
Do we get to see the other four pages, too? Please?
9:33 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
I love these.
1:22 PM
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