bedside tables

First of all, if you read my blog primarily to see pictures of Rosie, here she is:


Now you can skip the rest of this.

This week at the Upland Library, I saw a shelf of free books. I was ecstatic. It was exactly what I had been looking for.



It wasn't that I wanted to read Matthias, the story of the apostle who replaced Judas Iscariot, and who fell in love with Miriam. "As if she were a boy, she had been educated by a rabbi kinsman. Her knowledge of the law and her keen mind hold an overwhelming attraction for Matthias, but her strong will and independent ways almost destroy him. Miriam believes that Jesus is a dangerous rebel who will only lead Matthias to his death...Will Miriam, in the end, believe in Jesus?" How can I bear to live without knowing the answer to that question?!



I was intrigued by Summer Camp Nurse, sure.


And by The Spare Room, where the main character is "a cheerful squarerigger of a woman...practical as oatmeal."


Or how about The Guest of Honor - "the story of an American president who falls in love with the widowed president of another country."


No, I didn't want to read any of these gems. I wanted free bedside tables. Free but for the cost of glue, that is.
His:


Hers:



We did rescue two books from this dire fate: Breathing Tokens by Carl Sandburg and The Nine Tailors by Dorothy Sayers. Yes, I guess I feel I have that kind of power, to say whether books have the right to live or die.

Now, does anyone have an idea for re-using all the plastic book jackets we removed from these books?