As part of my Art and Design course, I had to redesign a book cover. I chose one I can quote from in my sleep.
In the UK, this book has been on the curriculum for the past three hundred years and has been loved and hated by countless students and English teachers. However, because yet another education secretary is determined to stick his dirty, great paw print on the history of education, (Michael Gove puts out another light in the darkening sky) a recent reshuffle has removed it.
Out of my desire to see teenagers continue to pick up this novella, came the idea for a bold, new cover for Of Mice and Men.
Today, I tested the design on a group of bored looking teenagers.
I laid out different covers, including mine and they voted with Starburst sweets.
Mine won by a large majority.
I’m not boasting.
But, for once, I am celebrating my achievement.
Perhaps because I so rarely taste success, or perhaps because I am trying to counterbalance my terrible tendency towards perfectionism. Either way, today I have done something I can be proud of.
And it’s only for a silly part time course that doesn’t even matter in the real world. And it’s only me who will ever really know about it.
But that’s okay.
I smile on the inside.