I have recently begun accumulating books in odd bindings. It started innocently enough when I picked up a ‘paperback’ romance with a lenticular cover… you know those plastic covers that allow you to see two different scenes depending on the angle you hold the book at?
Next I found a few yearbooks from the ‘Conquistadores del Cielo’ – one bound in a slipcase of cowhide with the hair still on, and another bound in aluminum with a brushed image of cowboys on the front cover and a leather belt around the whole thing.
Of course I had to add the children’s shape book in the shape of an anteater to the lot, then came your standard ‘mock medieval’ arts and crafts leather binding on a Italian Journeys by William Dean Howells.
I guess I’m teaching myself to judge a book by its cover, but my taste isn’t all that good….