A Literary Tragedy

Tonight we went to the bookstore. I found this fantastic book on how to encourage your inner artist. But since we're poor college kids, I didn't get it. I figured I'd look it up online, and maybe buy it used. 

Now that we're home, I can't find it. I didn't write down the title, and I can't find it hidden among the knitting craft books and strange self-help volumes. And the website won't let me search by cover colour. 

This is eating me alive. 

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