Bookworm

marja2006 | Finland | Jul. 2008

Wow... time has really passed since the last time I've been around. Again, I'm sorry but I've been busy. Really busy. My daughter was born (happiest day ever!) and although we really had it easy with her, being new parents is not easy. Besides, I really wanted to seize the moments I could spend with her before having to get back to work (which happened around two weeks ago). On top of that... our new house was being built, and that definitely brought us a LOT of work to do. And if I think about it, that was really the most stressful part of all these past months. 

Of course I'm still a mom, and my house is still being built (it seems this will take forever), but now I'm motivated enough to keep on writing. I don't know if I have already said this, but I love literature. I also find books to be really beautiful objects, and that's why I'm very keen on book-showing postcards like this one. Can you read the name of Jules Verne on these books? Don't you love that?

I've been thinking about a literature blog for quite a while. But it was always "what if...", "what about...". So now it's time to put all those second thoughts aside and give it a try. If you are interested and willing to share your thoughts on my new project, please visit www.comasycomillas.com (written in Spanish).

Do you have your own blog or website where you share you postcard passion?

Childhood memories, adulthood inspiration

marja2006 | Finland | Feb. 2008

Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose father encouraged her to read The Little Prince. When I started reading the book, the first thing that called my attention was the beautiful drawings and the fact that the author had drawn them himself. Second thing: how Antoine de Saint-Exupéry explains why he decided to dedicate the book to Leon Werth. If you read it, you'll understand why I felt that the author was actually talking to me. And suddenly I was under the impression that he should have been a very wise man.

"To Leon Werth. I ask the indulgence of the children who may read this book for dedicating it to a grown-up. I have a serious reason: he is the best friend I have in the world. I have another reason: this grown-up understands everything, even books about children. I have a third reason: he lives in France where he is hungry and cold. He needs cheering up. If all these reasons are not enough, I will dedicate the book to the child from whom this grown-up grew. All grown-ups were once children -although few of them remember it. And so I correct my dedication: to Leon Werth, when he was a little boy".

Of course I was going to grow up and become an adult myself, but I promised that I would never forget Saint-Exupéry's message. So many years later, receiving a postcard with that message was a kind of blessing. When someone asks me about my favorite card, I know there are too many that I love, but this postcard is always the first answer that comes to my mind.

Is there any card in your collection that you find particularly inspiring?