Love me, love my books

When I was still a classroom teacher, parents would sometimes send in a book in June for me to inscribe with a personal message for their child — messages that wouldn't be read until the book was gifted to them at their high school graduation.

Inscriptions like that, written with thought and delivered with love, don't show up that often in the vintage books I use as collage material. But in one book, in lovely cursive, I found: "Love me, love my books."

Reader, I had to use that. Can you see it?