Anne Frank Redesign Process by Ashley Kieffer

Diaryof a

Young Girl

PROCESS BOOK Ashley R . K ief fer Publication & Editorial Design Professor Patrick Dooley Book Redesign

Synopsis of Project Redesign an illustrated book of your own choosing. In determining your choice for a redesign donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t pick a book that you think is already well designed. Instead find a book whose subject matter is interesting to you and will provide interesting design possibilities--be prepared to talk about the rationale behind your decision. You will design a minimum of 12 parts for your book: a cover, title page, table of contents, and 8 typical spreads including at least one chapter divider spread and 6-7 spreads with illustration. These spreads must have a variety and as a group address all the fundamental problems of the publication. You must also design a special feature not found in the original book and that grows out of your bookâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s subject matter, adding extra value to the book.

For this project I chose to do Diary of a Young Girl written by Anne Frank. It was my goal to recapture the spirit of the young author in a way that was visually approachable for her middle school aged readers. I wanted to create the feeling of a field journal or scrapbook in order to make her experiences come to life. My goal was, by adding color, photographs, and illustrations to the diary, to let her story become more dynamic and interesting to young readers. This book was originally the diary of 15 year old Anne Frank who is one of the most discussed Jewish victims of the Holocaust. Her wartime diary the Diary of a Young Girl has been the basis for several plays and films. Born in the city of Frankfurt in Weimar Germany, she lived most of her life in or near Amsterdam, in the Netherlands. Born a German national, Frank lost her citizenship in 1941. She gained international fame posthumously after her diary was published. It documents her experiences hiding during the German occupation of the Netherlands in World War II.

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Book redesign should be a selection of pages to exemplify how the rest of the book will look. It is like an example template that describes how elements are going to interact and be used (or reused in every chapter.) Be consistent in color scheme, voice of text sources, typeface, scale, layouts. USE A GRID!

Refining idea: diary as a visual experience (scrapbook concept or field journal) expressive interaction between text and images. Maps/images of place/family tree. Side bar about background (enrich culture of times). Responses/reactions of historians.

1.23.14 Consider the reading method--browsing like a magazine? Sequential like a novel? Structured? Loose? Busy vs Clean. Consider the audience.

Special feature is analogous to the envelope of the Type ID project. Make it relate and meaningful (think through it thoroughly) Must not exist in the original book, have relevance to topic, and add value.

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You must include all the type elements: body, heads, subheads, captions, extracts, pull quotes, side bar, etc. You can reference the Public Type Books. If your text does have these parts... Could it? Should it?

For grid layout remember: gutter margin is smallest, then it doubles over spread. Consider trying top 1”/ bottom 2”/ inside .75”/ outside 1.25” (keep module proportionate to live area)

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The content of your redesign doesn’t have to be from one source (it can be a combination of graphics, time-line, info, maps).

When focusing on the dust jacket, make sure it fits comfortably around the hardback cover. Make the jacket last to get accurate measurements.

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Consider book as a 3D object. How does the viewer interact with it? One or two hands to hold? Size, page count, function (pocket vs coffee table book), shape, ratio. These decisions should be based on subject.

Resize book to fit on 13x19 Epson Presentation paper (reduce to 6x16” spread to fit two up per page and save on printing cost/materials) 66% of original graphics, fix body copy/captions to a readable size.

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2.27.14 Make book cover final and finish revising spreads. Refine construction of special feature. Fit dust jacket to final book. Make process book.

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1 | BOOK DESIGN: ANALYSIS Content I chose to redesign the diary of Anne Frank, a first-hand story depicting a young Jewish girl as she struggles through the Nazi invasion and Holocaust during World War II. I chose this style of narrative because it is personal and impactful. I want to bring her voice through the layout and design of the book. I want to pair her diary text with other supporting texts (in the forms of Holocaust history, location maps, historians responses, and imagery from the World War II times) Main Text Parts [1] Majority of body text will be Anne Frank’s personal Diary (Diary of a Young Girl: The Definitive Edition by Anne Frank) [2] Supporting Text will include excerpts from historian commentary Anne Frank: The Book, The Life, The Afterlife by Francine Prose as well as quotes from the recollection and analysis Anne Frank by Melissa Müller Illustrative Parts [1] Illustrations will be clipped from the graphic novel of Anne Frank’s Diary called Anne Frank: The Anne Frank House Authorized Graphic Biography [2] Supporting images will be maps, chart, and diagrams found from online searches (such as Germany country maps, pictures of the Jewish ghetto and concentration camps, images of the victims, images of the Anne Frank house, etc.) [3] Patterns will be selected based on fabrics and clothing of the time. Textures will reflect the conditions of their environment (distressed wood, flaking paint, worn paper, dirt or other rough surfaces) Audience Due to the age of the author (Anne Frank) the audience would naturally be young adults, but because the content is so serious, the book is also relevant for adults as well. My goal for my redesign will be to make it clean but still “handwritten” in tone. I want it to be accessible for young adults (approximately middle school to high school aged) but also cater to a more mature, mid-adult audience as well. In summary, the target audience is between the ages of 15-40, female (ideally because they may be more sensitive and be more likely to relate) and well-educated (to understand the complexity of the World War II history). What’s wrong with the current design as it relates to audience? The current published diary (Diary of a Young Girl) is plain set type without any visual indication of the young author’s voice. The lines are long and not 6

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stimulating to the viewer. Young adults lose interest because of the layout even though the content is deeply meaningful and interesting. General Approach to Redesign I want to open the pages up more with negative space to let the words breathe on the page and set them in a way that more visually communicates Anne’s voice. I would like to incorporate some hand lettering instead of all set type so that the story becomes more human. I intend to make the margins smaller or use columns so the eye is not strained as it works across the page. I also want to create more items to browse through optionally along the margins and integrated throughout the text, like textures, maps, images, history explanations, and outside perspectives/reflections. Word List Youthful – as a diary of a young girl it should reflect this with doodles/handwriting World War II / Holocaust / Depression / Starvation – may be reflected in patterns or textures found in the environment Handwritten – journalistic, pages for recording (almost like a field diary with drawn samples of the “findings”) Breathable – more open page layouts, but still reflective of the diary nature Tattered – “Bent but not Broken” reflective of her strength through her struggles Neutral tones – browns, tans, “pencil” or “charcoal” drawings Interactive – many elements on each page for viewer to explore visually Small size – as a pocket diary would be Rustic or Wartimes Sepia Intimate Delicate – nothing will be too dark or heavy (lighter type, drawings, images blend with pages) Mood Board* [Featured on separate page]

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Sketches: Field Journal GRID #1 US TRADE FORMAT Template Size: 3 x 4.5”

Actual Book Size: 6 x 9” PAGE SIZE: 6x9" US TRADE

GRID:

GRID #2 LANDSCAPE FORMAT

Sketches: Modern Calendar Template Size: 6 x 2.333” Actual Book Size: 9 x 7”

PAGE SIZE: 9x7" LANDSCAPE GRID:

Sketches: Mini Textbook

GRID #3

POCKET BOOK FORMAT Template Size: 2.5 x 3.5” Actual Book Size: 5 x 7”

PAGE SIZE: 5x7" POCKET GRID:

Design Development The following few pages contain a selection of thumbnails to represent the various stages of the project. At this point in the project the "sketches" have been transfered to digital editions and then concept revisions.

Rough Digital Layouts POCKET:

6 | CHAPTER ONE

They gave me a beautiful book, Dutch Sagas and Legends, but they gave me Volume II by mistake, so I exchanged two other books for Volume I. Aunt Helene brought me a puzzle, Aunt Stephanie a darling brooch and Aunt Leny a terrific book: Daisy Goes to the Mountains. This morning I lay in the bathtub thinking how won derful it would be if I had a dog like Rin Tin Tin. I’d call him Rin Tin too, and I’d take him to school with me, where he could stay in the janitor’s room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good.

The Complete Diary of

ANNE FRANK

The Frank family spent a lot of time together in their family room, gathered on a couch like this one.

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tend to get dislocated.) As it was my birthday, I got to decide which game my classmates would play, and I chose volleyball. Afterward they all danced around me in a circle and sang “Happy Birthday.” When I got home, Sanne Ledermann was already there. Ilse Wagner, Hanneli Goslar and Jacqueline van Maarsen came home with me after gym, since we’re in the same class. Hanneli and Sanne used to be my two best friends. People who saw us together used to say, “There goes Anne, Hanne and Sanne.” I only met Jacqueline van Maarsen when I started at the Jewish Lyceum, and now she’s my best friend. Ilse is Hanneli’s best friend, and Sanne goes to another school and has friends there.

I had my birthday party on Sunday afternoon. The Rin Tin Tin movie was a big hit with my classmates. I got two brooches, a bookmark and two books. I’ll start by saying a few things about my school and my class, beginning with the students. Betty Bloemendaal looks kind of poor, and I think she probably is. She lives on some obscure street in West Amsterdam, and none of us know where it is. She does very well at school, but that’s because she works so hard, not because she’s so smart. She’s pretty quiet. Jacqueline van Maarsen is supposedly my best friend, but I’ve never had a real friend. At first I thought Jacque would be one, but I was badly mistaken. D.Q. is a very nervous girl who’s always forgetting things, so the teachers keep assigning her extra

8 | CHAPTER ONE

The Frank family spent a lot of time together in their family room, gathered on a couch like this one.

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Chapter One

TH E ST O RY B E GI NS

Dearest Kitty, Our entire class is quaking in its boots. The reason, of course, is the upcoming meeting in which the teachers decide who’ll be promoted to the next grade and who’ll be kept back. Half the class is making bets. G.Z. and I laugh ourselves sick at the two boys behind us, C.N. and Jacques Kocernoot, who have staked their entire vacation savings on their bet. From morning to night, it’s “You’re going to pass,” “No, I’m not,” “Yes, you are,” “No, I’m not.” Even G.’s pleading glances and my angry outbursts can’t calm them down. If you ask me, there are so many dummies that about a quarter of the class should be kept back, but teachers are the most unpredictable creatures on earth. Maybe this time they’ll be unpredictable in the right direction for a change. I’m not so worried about my girlfriends and myself. We’ll make it. The only subject I am worried about is math. Anyway, all we can do is wait. Until then, we keep telling eachother not to lose heart.

“Anne would sit in class between lessons and she would shield her diary and she would write and write.” - Hanneli Goslar (a childhood friend)

4 | CHAPTER ONE

A Reflection By Francine Prose A little after seven I went to Daddy and Mama and then to the living room to open my presents, and you were the first thing I saw, maybe one of my nicest presents. Then a bouquet of roses, some peonies and a potted plant. From Daddy and Mama I got a blue blouse, a game, a bottle of grape juice, which to my mind tastes a bit like wine (after all, wine is made from grapes), a puzzle, a jar of cold cream, 2.50 guilders and a gift certificate for two books. I got another book as well, Camera Obscura (but Margot already has it, so I exchanged mine for something else), a platter of homemade cookies (which I made myself, of course, since I’ve become quite an expert at baking cookies), lots of candy and a strawberry tart from Mother. And a letter from Grammy, right on time, but of course that was just a coincidence.

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- Hanneli Goslar (a childhood friend)

I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.

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Comment added on September 28, 1942: So far you truly have been a great source of comfort to me, and so has Kitty, whom I now write to regularly. This way of keeping a diary is much nicer, and now I can hardly wait for those moments when I’m able to write in you. Oh, I’m so glad I brought you along! I’ll begin from the moment I got you, the moment I saw you lying on the table among my other birthday presents. (I went along when you were bought, but that doesn’t count.) On Friday, June 12, I was awake at six o’clock, which isn’t surprising, since it was my birthday. But I’m not allowed to get up at that hour, so I had to control my curiosity until quarter to seven. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I went to the dining room, where Moortje (the cat) welcomed me by rubbing against my legs.

Then Hanneli came to pick me up, and we went to school. During recess I passed out cookies to my teachers and my class, and then it was time to get back to work. I didn’t arrive home until five, since I went to gym with the rest of the class. (I’m not allowed to take part because my shoulders and hips Anne Frank’s room where she often was when she wrote in her diary

I keep pausing to marvel at the fact that one of the greatest books about the Nazi genocide should have been written by a girl between the ages of thirteen and fifteen--not a demographic we commonly associate with literary genius. How astonishing that a teenager could have written so intelligently and so movingly about a subject that continues to overwhelm the adult imagination. Anne Frank thought of herself not merely as a girl who happened to be keeping a diary, but as a writer.

The Frank family spent a lot of time together in their family room, gathered on a couch like this one.

LANDSCAPE: Diaryof a

Young Girl ANNE FRANK

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T H E ST ORY B E GI NS

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June Nineteen Ninty-Two

“Anne would sit in class between lessons and she would shield her diary and she would write and write.” – Hanneli Goslar (a childhood friend)

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I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.

I’ll begin from the moment I got you, the moment I saw you lying on the table among my other birthday presents. (I went along when you were bought, but that doesn’t count.)

Comment added on 08.28.1942: So far you truly have been a great source of comfort to me, and so has Kitty, whom I now write to regularly. This way of keeping a diary is much nicer, and now I can hardly wait for those moments when I’m able to write in you. Oh, I’m so glad I brought you along!

On Friday, June 12, I was awake at six o’clock, which isn’t surprising, since it was my birthday. But I’m not allowed to get up at that hour, so I had to control my curiosity until quarter to seven. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I went to the dining room, where Moortje (the cat) welcomed me by rubbing against my legs. A little after seven I went to Daddy and Mama and then to the living room to open my presents, and you were the first thing I saw, maybe one

Anne Frank’s room where she often was when she wrote in her diary

of my nicest presents. Then a bouquet of roses, some peonies and a potted plant. From Daddy and Mama I got a blue blouse, a game, a bottle of grape juice, which to my mind tastes a bit like wine (after all, wine is made from grapes), a puzzle, a jar of cold cream, 2.50 guilders and a gift certificate for two books. I got another book as well, Camera Obscura (but Margot already has it, so I exchanged mine for something else), a platter of homemade cookies (which I made myself, of course, since I’ve become quite an expert at baking cookies), lots of candy and a strawberry tart from Mother. And a letter from Grammy,

right on time, but of course that was just a coincidence. Then Hanneli came to pick me up, and we went to school. During recess I passed out cookies to my teachers and my class, and then it was time to get back to work. I didn’t arrive home until five, since I went to gym with the rest of the class. (I’m not allowed to take part because my shoulders and hips tend to get dislocated.) As it was my birthday, I got to decide which game my classmates would play, and I chose volleyball. Afterward they all danced around me in a circle and sang “Happy Birthday.” When I got home, Sanne Ledermann was already there.

Ilse Wagner, Hanneli Goslar and Jacqueline van Maarsen came home with me after gym, since we’re in the same class. Hanneli and Sanne used to be my two best friends. People who saw us together used to say, “There goes Anne, Hanne and Sanne.” I only met Jacqueline van Maarsen when I started at the Jewish Lyceum, and now she’s my best friend. Ilse is Hanneli’s best friend, and Sanne goes to another school and has friends there.

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A Reflection By Francine Prose

06.13.42 They gave me a beautiful book, Dutch Sagas and Legends, but they gave me Volume II by mistake, so I exchanged two other books for Volume I. Aunt Helene brought me a puzzle, Aunt Stephanie a darling brooch and Aunt Leny a terrific book: Daisy Goes to the Mountains.

Betty Bloemendaal looks kind of poor, and I think she probably is. She lives on some obscure street in West Amsterdam, and none of us know where it is. She does very well at school, but that’s because she works so hard, not because she’s so smart. She’s pretty quiet.

This morning I lay in the bathtub thinking how won derful it would be if I had a dog like Rin Tin Tin. I’d call him Rin Tin too, and I’d take him to school with me, where he could stay in the janitor’s room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good.

I keep pausing to marvel at the fact that one of the greatest books about the Nazi genocide should have been written by a girl between the ages of thir-

Jacqueline van Maarsen is supposedly my best friend, but I’ve never had a real friend. At first I thought Jacque would be one, but I was badly mistaken. D.Q. is a very nervous girl who’s always forgetting things, so the teachers keep assigning her extra homework as punishment. She’s very kind, especially to G.Z. E.S. talks so much it isn’t funny. She’s always touching your hair or fiddling with your buttons when she asks you something. They say she can’t stand me, but I don’t care, since I don’t like her much either.

teen and fifteen--not a demo-

Anne Frank’s room where she often was when she wrote in her diary

graphic we commonly associate with literary genius. How astonishing that a teenager could have written so intelligently and so movingly about a subject that continues to overwhelm the adult imagination. Anne Frank thought of herself not merely as a girl who happened to be keeping a diary, but as a writer.

December Nineteen Ninty-Two

Anne Frank’s room where she often was when she wrote in her diary

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Revisions Diaryof a

Young Girl

Settled with large landscape layout direction. Modifications to the color scheme and a focus on making text elements and images more cohesive.

ANNE FRANK

“Poor boy, he’s never known how it feels to make someone else happy, and I’m afraid I can’t teach him.”

06.30.44 My blood runs cold when Peter talks about becoming a criminal or a speculator; of course, he’s joking, but I still have the feeling

Oh no, that can’t be true. It can’t be true that people are so readily tempted by ease . . . and money. I’ve given a lot of thought to what

he’s afraid of his own weakness. Margot and Peter are always saying to me, “If I had your spunk and your strength, if I had your drive and unflagging energy, I could…!”

my answer should be, to how I should get Peter to believe in himself and, most of all, to change himself for the better. I don’t know whether I’m on the right track.

Is it really such an admirable trait not to let myself be influenced by others? Am I right in following my own conscience?

I’ve often imagined how nice it would be if someone were to confide everything to me. But now that it’s reached that point, I realize

To be honest, I can’t imagine how anyone could say ‘’I’m weak” and then stay that way. If you know that about yourself, why not fight it, why not develop your character? Their answer has always been: “Because it’s much easier not to!” This reply leaves me

how difficult it is to put yourself in someone else’s shoes and find the right answer. Especially since “easy” and “money” are new and completely alien concepts to me.

feeling rather discouraged. Easy? Does that mean a life of deceit and laziness is easy too?

08.01.44 “A bundle of contradictions” was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one. Can you please tell me exactly what

“I keep trying to find a way to become what I’d like to be and what I could be if … if only there were no other people in the world.”

“a bundle of contradictions” is? What does “contradiction” mean? Like so many words, it can be interpreted in two ways: a contradiction imposed from without and one imposed from within. The former means not accepting other people’s opinions, always knowing best, having the last word; in short, all those unpleasant traits for which I’m known. The latter, for which I’m not known, is my own secret. As I’ve told you many times, I’m split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the lighter side of

things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, an off-color joke. This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper and finer. No one knows Anne’s better side, and that’s why most people can’t stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that everyone’s had enough of me to last a month. Actually, I’m what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker- a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten:

Anne’s Diary Ends Here

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Diaryof a

Young Girl

ANNE FRANK

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I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone—I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.

NE 12, 1942 MONDAY, JU 15

“Poor boy, he’s never known how it feels to make someone else happy, & I’m afraid I can’t teach him.”

06.30.44 My blood runs cold when Peter talks about becoming a criminal or a speculator; of course, he’s joking, but I still have the feeling he’s afraid of his own weakness. Margot and Peter are always saying to me, “If I had your spunk and your strength, if I had your drive and unflagging energy, I could…!” Is it really such an admirable trait not to let myself be influenced by others? Am I right in following my own conscience? To be honest, I can’t imagine how anyone could say ‘’I’m weak” and then stay that way. If you know that about yourself, why not fight it, why not develop your character? Their answer has always been: “Because it’s much easier not to!” This reply leaves me feeling rather discouraged. Easy? Does that mean a life of deceit and laziness is easy too? Oh no, that can’t be true. It can’t be true that people are so readily tempted by ease . . . and money. I’ve given a lot of thought to what my

answer should be, to how I should get Peter to believe in himself and, most of all, to change himself for the better. I don’t know whether I’m on the right track. I’ve often imagined how nice it would be if someone were to confide everything to me. But now that it’s reached that point, I realize how difficult it is to put yourself in someone else’s shoes and find the right answer. Especially since “easy” and “money” are new and completely alien concepts to me. Peter’s beginning to lean on me and I don’t want that, not under any circumstances. It’s hard enough standing on your own two feet, but when you also have to remain true to your character and soul, it’s harder still. I’ve been drifting around at sea, have spent days searching for an effective antidote to that terrible word ‘’easy.’’ How can I make it clear to him that, while it may seem easy and wonderful, it will drag him down to the depths, to a place where he’ll no longer find friends, support or beauty, so far down that he may never rise to the surface again?

We’re all alive, but we don’t know why or what for; we’re all searching for happiness; we’re all leading lives that are different and yet the same. We three have been raised in good families, we have the opportunity to get an education and make something of ourselves. We have many reasons to hope for great happiness, but… we have to earn it. And that’s something you can’t achieve by taking the easy way out. Earning happiness means doing good and working, not speculating and being lazy. Laziness may look inviting, but only work gives you true satisfaction. I can’t understand people who don’t like to work, but that isn’t Peter’s problem either. He just doesn’t have a goal, plus he thinks he’s too stupid and inferior to ever achieve anything. Poor boy, he’s never known how it feels to make someone else happy, and I’m afraid I can’t teach him. He isn’t religious, scoffs at Jesus Christ and takes the Lord’s name in vain, and though I’m not Orthodox either, it hurts me every time to see him so lonely, so scornful, so wretched.

06.13.42 COMMENT ADDED ON SEPTEMBER 28, 1942: So far you truly have been a great source of comfort to me, and so has Kitty, whom I now write to regularly. This way of keeping a diary is much nicer, and now I can hardly wait for those moments when I’m able to write in you. Oh, I’m so glad I

I’ll begin from the moment I got you, the moment I saw you lying on the table among my other birthday presents. (I went along when you were bought, but that doesn’t count.) On Friday, June 12, I was awake at six o’clock, which isn’t surprising, since it was my birthday. But I’m not allowed to get up at that hour, so I had to control my curiosity until quarter to seven. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I went to the dining room, where Moortje (the cat) welcomed me by rubbing against my legs. A little after seven I went to Daddy and Mama and then to the living room to open my presents, and you were the first thing I saw, maybe one of my nicest presents. Then a bouquet of roses, some peonies and a potted plant. From Daddy

and Mama I got a blue blouse, a game, a bottle of grape juice, which to my mind tastes a bit like wine (after all, wine is made from grapes), a puzzle, a jar of cold cream, 2.50 guilders and a gift certificate for two books. I got another book as well, Camera Obscura (but Margot already has it, so I exchanged mine for something else), a platter of homemade cookies (which I made myself, of course, since I’ve become quite an expert at baking cookies), lots of candy and a strawberry tart from Mother. And a letter from Grammy, right on time, but that was just a coincidence.

“There goes Anne, Hanne and Sanne.” I only met Jacqueline van Maarsen when I started at the Jewish Lyceum, and now she’s my best friend. Ilse is Hanneli’s best friend, and Sanne goes to another school and has friends there. Then Hanneli came to pick me up, and we went to school. During recess I passed out cookies to my teachers and my class, and then it was time to get back to work. I didn’t arrive home until five, since I went to gym with the rest of the class. (I’m not allowed to take part because my shoulders and hips tend to get dislocated.) As it was my birthday, I got to decide which game my classmates would play, and I chose volleyball. Afterward they all danced around me in a circle and sang “Happy Birthday.” When I got home, Sanne Ledermann was already there. Ilse Wagner, Hanneli Goslar and Jacqueline van Maarsen came home with me after gym, since we’re in the same class. Hanneli and Sanne used to be my two best friends. People who saw us together used to say,

brought you along!

They gave me a beautiful book, Dutch Sagas and Legends, but they gave me Volume II by mistake, so I exchanged two other books for Volume I. Aunt Helene brought me a puzzle, Aunt Stephanie a darling brooch and Aunt Leny a terrific book: Daisy Goes to the Mountains. This morning I lay in the bathtub thinking how wonderful it would be if I had a dog like Rin Tin Tin. I’d call him Rin Tin Tin too, and I’d take him to school with me, where he could stay in the janitor’s room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good.

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“Anne Frank has become a universal symbol of the oppressed in a world of violence and tyranny. Her name invokes hamanity, tolerance, human rights, and democracy; her image is the epitome of optimism and the will to live.” – Melissa Muller

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your buttons when she asks you something. They say she cant stand me, but I don’t care since I don’t like her either. Henny Mets is a nice girl with a cheerful disposition, except that she talks in a loud voice and is really childish when we’re playing outdoors. Unfortunately, Henny has a girlfriend named Beppy who’s a bad influence on her because she’s vulgar.

“I kept pausing to marvel at the fact that one of the greatest books about the Nazi genocide should have been written by a girl between the ages of thirteen and fifteen—not a demographic we commonly associate with literary genius.” – Francine Prose

J.R. I could write a whole book about her. J. is a detestable, sneaky, stuck-up, twofaced gossip who thinks little. *Initials have been assigned at random to those persons who prefer to remain anonymous.

D. Q. * is a very nervous girl who s always forgetting things, so the teachers keep assigning her extra homework as punishment. She’s very kind, especially to G.Z.

I had my b irthday pa rty

E.S. talks so much it isn’t funny. She’s always touching your hair or fiddling with

“I love Holland. Once I hoped it would become a fatherland to me, since I had lost my own. And I hope so still!“

05.22.44 Dearest Kitty, To our great sorrow and dismay, we’ve heard that many people have changed their attitude toward us Jews. We’ve been told that anti-Semitism has cropped up in circles where once it would have been unthinkable. This fact has affected us all very, very deeply. The reason for the hatred is understandable, maybe even human, but that doesn’t make it right. According to the Christians, the Jews are blabbing their secrets to the Germans, denouncing their helpers and causing them to suffer the dreadful fate and punishments that have already been meted out to so many. All of this is true. But as with everything, they should look at the matter from both sides: would Christians act any differently if they were in our place? Could anyone, regardless of whether they’re Jews or Christians, remain silent in the face of German pressure? Everyone knows it’s practically impossible, so why do they ask the impossible of the Jews?

To be honest, I can’t understand how the Dutch, a nation of good, honest, upright people, can sit in judgment on us the way they do. On us Jews: the most oppressed, unfortunate and pitiable people in the world. It’s being said in underground circles that the German Jews who immigrated to Holland before the war and have now been sent to Poland shouldn’t be allowed to return here. They were granted the right to asylum in Holland, but once Hitler is gone, they should all just go back to Germany. When you hear that, you begin to wonder why we’re fighting this long and difficult war. We’re always being told that we’re fighting for freedom, truth and justice! The war isn’t even over, and already there’s dissension and Jews are regarded as lesser beings. Oh, it’s sad, very sad that the old adage has been confirmed for the umpteenth time: ‘’What one Christian does is his own responsibility, what one Jew does reflects on all Jews.’’

06.15.42 06.15.42 The facts. It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.

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The facts. It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It’s a wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.

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I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone—I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.

INNING IN THE BEG

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who saw us together used to say, “There goes Anne, Hanne and Sanne.” I only met Jacqueline van Maarsen when I started at the Jewish Lyceum, and now she’s my best friend. Ilse

I’ll begin from the moment I got you, the moment I saw you lying on the table among my other birthday presents. On Friday, June 12, I was awake at six o’clock, which isn’t surprising, since it was my birthday. But I’m not allowed to get up at that hour, so I had to control my curiosity until quarter to seven. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I went to the dining room, where Moortje (the cat) welcomed me by rubbing against my legs. A little after seven I went to Daddy and Mama and then to the living room to open my presents, and you were the first thing I

is Hanneli’s best friend, and Sanne goes to another school and has friends there. plant. From Daddy and Mama I got a blue blouse, a game, a bottle of grape juice, which to my mind tastes a bit like wine (after all,

Then Hanneli came to pick me up, and we went to school. During recess I passed out cookies to my teachers and my class, and

wine is made from grapes), a puzzle, a jar of cold cream, 2.50 guilders and a gift certificate for two books. I got another book as well, Camera Obscura (but Margot already has it, so I exchanged mine for something else), a platter of homemade cookies (which I made myself, of course, since I’ve become quite an

then it was time to get back to work. I didn’t arrive home until five, since I went to gym with the rest of the class. (I’m not allowed to take part because my shoulders and hips tend to get dislocated.) As it was my birthday, I got to decide which game my classmates would play, and I chose volleyball. Afterward

expert at baking cookies), lots of candy and a strawberry tart from Mother. And a letter from Grammy, right on time, but that was just a coincidence.

they all danced around me in a circle and sang “Happy Birthday.” When I got home, Sanne Ledermann was already there. Ilse Wagner, Hanneli Goslar and Jacqueline van Maarsen came home with me after gym,

saw, maybe one of my nicest presents. Then a bouquet of roses, some peonies and a potted 22

They gave me a beautiful book, Dutch Sagas and Legends, but they gave me Volume II by mistake, so I had to exchanged two other books for Volume I. Aunt Helene brought me a puzzle, Aunt Stephanie a darling brooch and Aunt Leny a terrific book: Daisy Goes to the Mountains. This morning I lay in the bathtub thinking how wonderful it would be if I had a dog like Rin Tin Tin. I’d call him Rin Tin Tin too, and I’d take him to school with me, where he could stay in the janitor’s room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good.

“Anne Frank’s diary is the most widely read document about the Nazi crimes, and it has made Anne Frank one of the best known figures of the twentieth century.” –Melissa Müller

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In October 1944, Margot and Anne Frank were transported from Auschwitz to Bergen-Belsen, a camp near Hannover, Germany. The typhus epidemic killed thousands of prisoners, including Margot and Anne.

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at the slightest thing and, to top it all off, is

06.15.42 D. Q. * is a very nervous girl who s always

noon. The Rin Tin Tin movie was a big hit with my classmates. I got two brooches, a

forgetting things, so the teachers keep assigning her extra homework as punishment. She’s

bookmark and two books. I’ll start by saying a few things about my school and my class,

very kind, especially to G.Z.

beginning with the students.

been written by a girl between the

smart, but lazy.

Henny Mets is a nice girl with a cheerful disposition, except that she talks in a loud

school, is a bit on the strange side. She’s usually shy (outspoken at home, but reserved

voice and is really childish when we’re

around other people.) She blabs whatever you tell her to her mother. But she says what

Jacqueline van Maarsen is supposedly my best friend, but I’ve never had a real friend.

playing outdoors. Unfortunately, Henny has a girlfriend named Beppy who’s a bad influence

At first I thought Jacque would be one, but I was badly mistaken.

on her because she’s vulgar.

– Francine Prose

Rin Tin Tin (September 1918–August 10, 1932) was a male German Shepherd dog rescued from a World War I battlefield by an American soldier, Lee Duncan. Duncan trained Rin Tin Tin and obtained silent film work for the dog.

position, but she’s extremely finicky and can spend hours moaning and groaning about

say she cant stand me, but I don’t care since I don’t like her either.

dom to those persons who prefer to remain anonymous.

with literary genius.”

Ilse Wagner is a nice girl with a cheerful dis-

I think she probably is. She lives on some obscure street in West Amsterdam, and none

*Initials have been assigned at ran-

ages of thirteen and fifteen—not a demographic we commonly associate

she’s not. J. and I can’t stand eachother.

Betty Bloemendaal looks kind of poor, and

school, but that’s because she works so hard, not because she’s so smart. She’s pretty quiet.

that one of the greatest books about the Nazi genocide should have

E.S. talks so much it isn’t funny. She’s always

the most adorable dresses that are way too old for her. She thinks she’s gorgeous but

touching your hair or fiddling with your buttons when she asks you something. They

of us know where it is. She does very well at

“I kept pausing to marvel at the fact

a terrible show-off. Miss J. always has to be right. She’s very rich, and has a closet full of

I had my birthday party on Sunday after-

something. Ilse likes me a lot. She’s very Hanneli Goslar, or Lies as she’s called at

she thinks, and lately I’ve come to appreciate her a great deal.

J.R. I could write a whole book about her. J. is a detestable, sneaky, stuck-up, two-faced gossip who thinks she’s so grown-up. She’s really got Jacque under her spell, and that’s a shame. J. is easily offended, bursts into tears

03.10.43 We had a short circuit last night, and besides that, the guns were booming away until dawn. I still haven’t gotten over my fear of

Mother jumped out of bed and, to Pim’s great annoyance, lit the candle. Her resolute answer to his grumble was, “After all, Anne

planes and shooting, and I crawl into Father’s bed nearly every night for comfort. I know it sounds childish, but wait till it happens to you! The ack ack guns make so much noise you can’t hear your own voice. Mrs. Beaverbrook, the fatalist, practically burst into tears and said in a timid little voice, “Oh, it’s so

is not an ex-soldier!” And that was the end of that!

awful. Oh, the guns are so loud!”-which is another way of saying “I’m so scared.”

Have I told you any of Mrs. van D’s other fears? I don’t think so. To keep you up to date on the latest adventures in the Secret Annex, I should tell you this as well. One night Mrs. van D. thought she heard loud footsteps in the attic, and she was so afraid of burglars, she woke her husband. At that

It didn’t seem nearly as bad by candlelight as it did in the dark. I was shivering, as if I had a fever, and begged Father to relight the candle. He was adamant: there was to be no light. Suddenly we heard a burst of

very same moment, the thieves disappeared, and the only sound Mr. van D. could hear was the frightened pounding of his fatalistic wife’s heart. “Oh Putti!” (Putti is Mrs. van D’s pet name for her husband.) “They must

machine-gun fire, and that’s ten times worse than antiaircraft guns.

have taken all our sausages and dried beans! And what about Peter? Oh, do you think Peter’s still safe and sound in his bed?”

“I’m sure they haven’t stolen Peter. Stop being such a ninny, let me get back to sleep!” Impossible. Mrs. van D. was too scared to sleep. A few nights later the entire Daan family was awakened by ghostly noises. Peter went to the attic with a flashlight and—scurry, scurry—what do you think he saw running away? A whole slew of enormous rats! Once we knew who the thieves were, we let Mouschi sleep in the attic and never saw our uninvited guests again…at least not at night.

The Secret Annex consisted of two small rooms, with an adjoining bathroom and toilet, on the first level, and above that a larger open room, with a small room beside it. From this smaller room, a ladder led to the attic.

“I love Holland. Once I hoped it would become a fatherland to me, since I had lost my own. And I hope so still!“

people, can sit in judgment on us the way they do. On us Jews: the most oppressed,

unfortunate and pitiable people in the world. why do they ask the impossible of the Jews? It’s being said in underground circles that the German Jews who immigrated to Holland before the war and have now been sent to Poland shouldn’t be allowed to return here. They were granted the right to asylum in Holland, but once Hitler is gone, they should all just go back to Germany. When you hear that, you begin to wonder why we’re fighting this long and difficult war. We’re always being told that we’re fighting for freedom, truth and justice! The war isn’t even over, and already there’s dissension and Jews are regarded as lesser beings. Oh, it’s sad, very sad that the old adage has been confirmed for the umpteenth time: ‘’What one Christian does is his own responsibility, what one Jew does reflects on all Jews.’’

I have only one hope: that this anti-Semitism is just a passing thing, that the Dutch will show their true colors, that they’ll never waver from what they know in their hearts to be just, for this is unjust! And if they ever carry out this terrible threat, the meager handful of Jews still left in Holland will have to go. We too will have to shoulder our bundles and move on, away from this beautiful land, which once so kindly took us in and now turns its back on us. “Like most of Anne Frank’s readers, I had viewed her book as the innocent and spontaneous outpourings of a teenager. But now, rereading it as an adult, I quickly became convinced that I was in the presence of a consciously crafted work of literature.” – Francine Prose

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“Poor boy, he’s never known how it feels to make someone else

06.30.44 My blood runs cold when Peter talks about

and money. I’ve given a lot of thought to

becoming a criminal or a speculator; of course, he’s joking, but I still have the feeling

what my answer should be, to how I should get Peter to believe in himself and, most of

he’s afraid of his own weakness. Margot and Peter are always saying to me, “If I had your

all, to change himself for the better. I don’t know whether I’m on the right track.

spunk and your strength, if I had your drive and unflagging energy, I could…!”

I’ve often imagined how nice it would be if someone were to confide everything to me.

Is it really such an admirable trait not to let

But now that it’s reached that point, I realize

myself be influenced by others? Am I right in following my own conscience?

how difficult it is to put yourself in someone else’s shoes and find the right answer. Espe-

To be honest, I can’t imagine how anyone

cially since “easy” and “money” are new and completely alien concepts to me.

could say ‘’I’m weak” and then stay that way.

happy, & I’m afraid I can’t teach him.”

If you know that about yourself, why not fight it, why not develop your character?

Peter’s beginning to lean on me and I don’t want that, not under any circumstances. It’s

Their answer has always been: “Because it’s much easier not to!” This reply leaves me

hard enough standing on your own two feet, but when you also have to remain true to

feeling rather discouraged. Easy? Does that

your character and soul, it’s harder still.

mean a life of deceit and laziness is easy too? Oh no, that can’t be true. It can’t be true that people are so readily tempted by ease

07.05.44 “Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.” I read this in a book somewhere and it’s stuck in my mind. As far as I can tell, it’s true. So if you’re wondering whether it’s harder for the adults here than for the children, the answer is no, it’s certainly not. Older people have an opinion about everything and are sure of themselves and their actions. It’s twice as hard for us young people to hold on to our opinions at a time when ideals are being shattered and destroyed, when the worst side of human nature predominates, when everyone has come to doubt truth, justice and God.

Anyone who claims that the older folks have a more difficult time in the Annex doesn’t realize that the problems have a far greater impact on us. We’re much too young to deal with these problems, but they keep thrusting themselves on us until, finally, we’re forced to think up a solution, though most of the time our solutions crumble when faced with the facts. It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It’s a

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wonder I haven’t abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical.

I finally realized that I must

I want to be useful or bring

do my schoolwork to keep

enjoyment to all people, even

from being ignorant, to get

those I’ve never met. I want

on in life, to become a jour-

to go on living even after my

nalist, because that’s what I

death! And that’s why I’m so

It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly

want! I know I can write, but it

grateful to God for having

remains to be seen whether I

given me this gift, which I can

really have talent. And if I don’t

use to develop myself and to

transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more. In

have the talent to write books

express all that’s inside me!

or newspaper articles, I can

When I write I can shake

always write for myself. But

off all my cares. My sorrow

I want to achieve more than

disappears, my spirits are

that. I can’t imagine living like

revived! But, and that’s a big

Mother, Mrs. van Daan and all

question, will I ever be able

the women who go about their

to write something great, will

the meantime, I must hold on to my ideals. Perhaps the day will come when I’ll be able to realize them!

work and are then forgotten.

I ever become a journalist or

I need to have something be-

a writer?

Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.

sides a husband and children

—Anne Frank

to devote myself to! Anne (the younger child) and Margot Frank (the elder child) sit in the lap of their father, Otto Frank, for a photo.

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“I keep trying to find a way to become what I’d like to be and what I could be if only there were no other people in the world.”

“A bundle of contradictions” was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one. Can you please tell me exactly what “a bundle of contradictions” is? What does “contradiction” mean? Like so many words, it can be interpreted in two ways: a contradiction imposed from without and one imposed from within. The former means not accepting other people’s opinions, always knowing best, having the last word; in short, all those unpleasant traits for which I’m known. The latter, for which I’m not known, is my own secret.

the lighter side of things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, an off-color joke. This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper and finer. No one knows Anne’s better side, and that’s why most people can’t stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that everyone’s had enough of me to last a month. Actually, I’m what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker- a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten: not bad, but not particularly good either. “Anne Frank has become a universal symbol of the oppressed in a world of violence and tyranny. Her name invokes hamanity, tolerance, human rights, and democracy; her image is the epitome of optimism and the will to live.” – Melissa Muller

As I’ve told you many times, I’m split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate

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Adolf Hitler becomes chan-

Hitler’s governemnt organizes

book Mein Kampf is published

the New York Stock Exchange. Prices collapse amid panic

cellor, the overall leader of the German government.

a boycott of Jewish shops, doctors, and lawyers. The

selling, and thousands of inves-

Nazis say that “real” Germans

tors are ruined as a worldwide economic crisis begins.

must not buy from Jews.

09.01.35

11.09.38

09.01.39

Hitler’s government introduces race laws. German Jews have

The Nazis destroy Jewish synagogues, shops, and homes

Germany invades Poland. Britain and France declare war on

their rights taken away. Jews

throughout Germany. More

Germany. This is the beginning

and non-Jews are no longer allowed to get married.

than 30,000 Jewish men are arrested, and more than 100

of the war in Europe.

jews are murdered. Later this night becomes known as Kristallnacht, the “Night of Broken Glass”

07.14.33 Hitler’s government bans all other political parties, giving Hitler total command. Germany has become a dictarorship.

05.10.40 German forces attack and occupy the Netherlands. The country surrenders five days later on May 15, and from that date the Netherlands is considered occupied. The royal family and government escape to England.

Perspective War Timeline

05.03.42

12.07.41

All Jews in the Netherlands age six and older have to wear a star with the word “Jood” (Jew) on their clothes.

01.20.42

06.06.44

05.08.45

11.20.45

Japan bombs the American fleet at Pearl Harbor. The next day, America declares

High-ranking Nazis come together in a secret meeting in Berlin. They discuss how

D-Day: Allied armies land in northern France as Operation Overlord begins the liberation

Europe is liberated from Nazi Germany by the Allied armies. This day is known as VE-Day,

Leading Nazis are brought to trial in Nuremburg, Germany. Some are sentenced to death,

war on Japan, as does Britain. Germany supports Japan with a declaration of war against the

to carry out a decision that Hitler had already made in 1941: to kill all 11 million

of Europe.

the day of victory in Europe.

others to long prison sentences.

United States.

Jews in Europe.

09.08.43 Celebration as American General Dwight Eisenhower publicly announces the surrender of Italy to the Allies.

02.02.43 The German army surrenders at Stalingrad, Russia, after a battle lasting five months.

Superimposed Grid PAGE SIZE: 6x8" SMALL LANDSCAPE GRID: MODULAR / 5x5 modules MARGINS: 1” top / 2” bottom / 1.25” outside / .75” gutter

Final Printed Book As part of the project, a complete physical model was required. This is constructed with a cotton printed fabric covered thick chipboard book structure and interior spreads printed on Epson Presentation Mat paper and accordion bound.

Closing Thoughts Concept Statement I chose to redesign the diary of Anne Frank, a first-hand story depicting a young Jewish girl as she struggles through the Nazi invasion and Holocaust during World War II. I chose this style of narrative because it is personal and impactful. It was my goal to bring her voice through the layout and design of the book through photographs, drawings, and supporting colors/textures. To gain a more well-rounded perspective I included quotes from historians and Holocaust survivors along with the diary text. The target audience is children between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, and primarily females (because they will be able to relate better to Anne Frank since she was also a young girl).

Synopsis of Original Problems The original text from Diary of a Young Girl was plain, set type that was organized like any other novel for any audience. The original text did not have chapters or headings and did not include any visuals besides a brief section in the middle three pages that had small black and white photos. I wanted to make Anne Frankâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s words into more than just a generic book, I wanted to represent the spirit of her story in the form of a visual diary. By adding visuals and colors, along with various text elements, I hoped to make it more approachable for a young audience.

Reflection Overall, one of the greatest strengths of my design is the unity in color and style while each spread is different. The important changes that I brought to the redesign are a consistent color scheme, overarching tone, and engaging visuals. While the diary is layout out chronologically, I wanted to encourage the reader to browse freely through out each spread layout. In terms of style, I related the content of her diary to the added visuals and supplemented sketches to keep it uplifting without being overly joyful due to the subject matter. When I first started this project I knew I wanted to do a historical text with a personal voice. The greatest example of this that I could think of was Anne Frankâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s diary. Conceptually, I had so many ideas. I wanted to make it a visual experience. I looked for inspiration through sketchbooks, scrapbooks, and field journals. I was so immersed in the visuals that I felt a little bogged down with trying to make the

diary (primarily text based) into something that was primarily images, sketches, textures, and colors. I really struggled in the beginning to find a way to simplify all the images that I had collected. This project helped me step back and find a solution that was not overly crowded but still visually interesting. I think the style that I ended up with fit my original concept well. The project also taught me how balance digital and traditional imagery. I went through initial spread sketches without knowing which pictures and drawings that I was going to actually include in the book. I then found it difficult to translate some of the actually content into those templates, so I had to go back and try some new sketches. Returning to the traditional medium to layout the spreads was tremendously helpful for me. It also allowed me to know what areas I had to work with for drawings so I could draw items for specific spaces. I decided to keep the drawings as line-art to prevent overcrowding the visuals and avoid competing graphics. This project also helped me focus on branding a book for a specific audience. Each decision I made about the layout or color scheme or typeface, always had to relate back to my target readers.