At other moments I am using rescued books to see what will happen to them in my hands. Having been quite captivated by altered books for a while, I am gathering a small collection of old hardbacks from charity shops, the greyhound rescue stall and any secondhand bookshop that practically gives away unloved tomes.
The hardback fell away from these pages and it was impossible to make neat folds as the paper was too stiff - quite an unusual weight really. So, it acquired this pot-bellied untidy look, the folds are quite tight and has a lovely solid feel to it. Do not weep for the book, it was a horrendously pompous work by Thomas Carlyle. (Apologies to Carlyle fans).