When I first began my personal library, I was thrilled to discover bookplates. I could lay claim to my precious tomes and show how very grown up I was. I was 12 years old. Unfortunately, the only bookplates I could locate were of a brightly colored clown holding balloons (which I still think belongs on a 4 year-old's party invitation and not in my books) and a stodgy gray pencil sketch of a library. I choose the pencil sketch because nothing says grown up more than stodgy.
I still have a few books from that first collection, complete with my shaky pre-teen handwritten name on the bookplate. Oh, how I had wished for a plate that would truly represent my reading prowess and love of books. Check out these bookplates from the famous and infamous...my 12 year-old self is so very jealous!
My Favorites are from Nelson Eddy and the Marx's.