Physical pages lost.
Joy of reading found.
This afternoon, I rejoiced at reading The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, a Spanish pop-up version published by Simon & Schuster uncovered from an adorable cafe aptly named Kindergarten.
I still remember how I savoured every moment flipping my first pop-up book, a Disney rendition of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. The music tab on the last page was certainly a reward for my studiousness and patience reading in one sitting. The tune, needless to say, went out, and eventually went mute. Nonetheless, I cherished every line, every bit, every tab and every dog-eared page alike.
This most-recent rediscovery reminded me of a little fantasy of creating my own pop-up book(s) for my future child(ren). I had yet to decide on the title, but I think I just found it today. It is going to be The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum.
I applaud to the courage of the girl, the multitude of a world habituated by the good, the bad, the pretty, the ugly and the mishmash mingles of all these qualities in one, the company in the fellowship each lacking something they thought is missing, yet right there at their will to reach, the completion of the journey and the home-coming not concluded by the sloppiest of the ending “it was all but a dream”, and the lead for more adventures to come.
With my future pop-up book(s) for my child(ren), I am going to take the liberty to make my own art and essentially tweak one bit of detail, if not any more – the name of the hero(ine). I will name it after my child(ren).
Any paper engineers, story architects, origami masterminds who might have already experimented with, or want to try their hands on pop-up books?
Do let me know!