I have come to confess.
I have done many crimes against innocent books!
Read on. If you dare…
These poor books. There dignity robbed from them… They have been with me though thick and thin. *sniffs*
Well, when you got a good book; you just have to bring it to the dinner table. Even sneak it if you have too.
But the poor books are scared forever…
Yes I am a booknapper.
I didn’t want to be one. It just happened… We moved,the book got lost.
I had nothing to do with this!
They look nicer without. (And the dust jackets get messed up so easily)
It’s not my fault! The book is just very well-loved!
And on a serious note…
I was thinking of calling the interactive story Our Story.
Thoughts? Any more suggestions?