My first copy of The Amber Spyglass fell apart years ago. I held onto it though - it was already worn and falling apart when Deedee gave it to me, I don’t know why or how, it’s not even that old a book. But someone had obviously read the hell out of it before me.
I’ve been waiting ages for an idea for the pages, and Mum wants strings of paper cranes for her new office in the new house by the ocean. I think she’ll like these.