Between the Pages: Life of the humble bookmark.
Bookmark. "Hello! Are you going somewhere? I'm sorry, you cannot continue to read. Don’t you want to mark the page so that when you return, you can pick up where you left off and not waste your precious time searching for it? Use me, I say." Yes, me, your bookmark. Let me tell you something about myself. I come from humble beginnings. I’m not made in some large factory, but more often, I’m crafted from a scrap of paper, a strip of card, or a piece of ribbon. Sometimes, I’m homemade, all fancy and pretty, sporting tassels, and often I’m just a bus or train ticket or a receipt. Today, you may find me in a new avatar, namely a ‘ magnetic bookmark. ’ As a magnetic bookmark, I’m small and foldable, fitted with an inside magnet that clips to a page, preventing me from slipping out. As a bookmark, magnetic or otherwise, I find myself stuck in a novel, a cookbook, a textbook, or a manual. I’ve travelled with you across lands and oceans; I’ve seen yo...