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Vintage Books

The cover of my Amelia picture book will mimic that of an old, tired book cover. I want the inside pages of my book to look old and stained too. So I’ve been travelling around London, visiting different second hand shops and markets for books that will help me achieve this look. I haven’t had much luck in finding any that would be appropriate for the task – and those that are tend to be beyond the tight budget I am working to! Most lack blank pages, and tend to carry pages with dense text instead.

But another requirement was that the cover and pages need to have been damaged by age. I wasn’t having much luck until I came across a book market on Marchmont Street, central London. Not only did they have exactly what I was looking for, they were selling them for next to nothing too.

The book market on Marchomont street

Most of the books that I purchased were early 19-century law books. And while the content was tedious, the covers were beautiful. I thought it’d be nice to share with you some of the books that I brought back home with me.

The texture of this gorgeous leather-bound book will be used for my Amelia cover.

The texture of this gorgeous leather-bound book will be used for my Amelia cover.

I purchased an old copy of “The Vicar of Wakefield” (1913 edition) and I absolutely love the illustrations in this book.

Vicar of Wakefield (1913 edition)

Vicar of Wakefield (1913 edition)

Vicar of Wakefield (1913 edition)

This is another little gem I found in the book market. It contains 52 illustrations (plates) and was published in 1937 in commemoration of Australia’s 150th Anniversary. Below are some of my favourite plates (which have been glued to the pages, which makes me believe only a limited number of books were produced).

Australia’s achievement in Art

Australia’s achievement in Art

Australia’s achievement in Art

Australia’s achievement in Art

Australia’s achievement in Art

Australia’s achievement in Art

Leaving the blood and gore behind…

I am now finalising the Amelia Dyer illustrations on a weekly basis, which means that I’m rapidly getting to the end of a journey that I started well over a year ago.

Coming to the end of my picture book is such an emotional trip. I feel upset, relived, exhausted, and ecstatic; all at the same time.

Upset because I get emotionally attached to the work. The thought of saying goodbye to the characters and the story that I spent so much time creating, is upsetting.
Relived because the ridiculous amount of work that I had created for myself is nearing the end. I’m also relived that I don’t have to spend mornings, or nights or weekends struggling over an impossible sentence that I can’t accurately compose. Furthermore, that terrible illustration that I just can’t get right, no matter how much time I spend on it.
Exhausted because writing and illustrating a book takes a lot of commitment and hard work.
Ecstatic since there is no better feeling in the world than seeing the results of a completed product. Holding your freshly printed book is an amazing feeling.

It also means that I have now started to think about my next picture book. I’ve already written the text and it’s more or less finished. It needs editing and rewriting for sure, but the plot and the first draft are complete. The work ahead from now is focused on illustrations and character designs, which will be my future project once Amelia is ready to send to the printers.

I’m happy to say that I’ll soon be leaving the blood and gore behind and I’ll be back writing children’s stories again. I’ll reveal more in the coming weeks. Thanks for all the support you’ve given me here, either by liking or commenting on my posts, following or messaging me directly with your feedback and comments.

Amelia Dyer Gustavo Olivo

The children chased Amelia out into the garden. She begged them for mercy, she begged them for pardon. But the dead don’t listen, for they can’t speak or hear. Amelia was pale as a ghost and trembling with fear…

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