Some of the best fun I ever had as a late teen in the convent was working in the library. We had to repair books, sometimes even recover them. So I learned how to bind a book and make a book cover. My late friend Martha and I made two books ourselves from scratch. Martha did the calligraphy, I wrote the stories, and we both worked on binding and making the covers--cutting, sewing, pasting. The first one, Agnes, was about an African violet. I forget what the other one was, though I can still see it. It was long, thin, and covered in black fabric with a red title.
Watching this TED talk brought all of this back: