Books. I love the feel…smooth covers, raised/embossed titles, heavy paper, tight binding. I love the smell…ink, copy, “new”. I love beautiful illustrations of children’s storybooks…oversized, animated, engaging, ethereal, a feast for the eyes. I love the words…simple, complicated, descriptive, ambiguous, letter by letter a world created, a lesson learned, an insight given, a transported soul, a widened mind. I suppose it is no wonder that I became an English teacher. Maybe the only thing I enjoy more than reading stories is telling them. We are all storytellers, I believe–music, art, print. Our lives and loves tell our story.
I’m so very excited that the beginning of my business journey into telling my story for the first time outside a classroom (and through the avenue of colored pencils) will include a new bookstore, epilogue books, in my hometown of Rockford. I’m thrilled that they will be carrying my cards–boxed and single format. I may not be reading Dante’s Inferno to college freshmen, Romeo and Juliet to high school freshmen, Where the Red Fern Grows to 7th graders, or Clever Tom and the Leprechaun in my best Irish brogue to preschoolers, but this new story I’m telling is just as significant, because it’s mine. Thank you for being a part of it.
Amy Carey Hall Creations 