Even though I dearly love my Kindle, I also still dearly love physical books. So when I received one in the mail the other day I was really excited, except for one small thing. As has happened with a few of the books I’ve bought lately the cover is made of some material that has a kind of film all over it, and since I have a lot of sensory issues related to textures, these kinds of covers are really a problem for me.
I was discussing this with Mr. CFG the other day and he said, “Can I make a suggestion? You know how when we were growing up we would sometimes make book covers out of contact paper? You could do that.”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “That’s probably better than what I was going to do.”
A slight look of dread flitted across his face. “And what was that?”
“I was going to get some sand paper and sand it down.”
“Oh, don’t do that,” he groaned, covering his eyes in horror.
“Why not?” I asked. “I thought that was a great solution.”
“Because if something is destructive, it’s probably not the right answer.”
“Um, define destructive,” I said, not wanting to let go of my idea just yet.
“If it involves violence, like stabbing a knife,” he replied.
“Sanding is not violent,” I pointed out triumphantly.
“OK,” he said, thinking quickly. “If something is irreversible, it is probably not the right answer.”
“OK, fine,” I sighed, feeling the disappointment of every forward-thinker whose genius is not yet realized. “I’ll do it your way.”