I used to joke that the only acceptable way to interact with Anne's books, in Anne's mind, was to read them, never allow yourself to think your own thoughts about them, and put them right back on the shelf and never ever touch or otherwise interact with them ever again.

I never imagined she'd one day prove me right.

Bless the kids who think this is about Anne's integrity as an author or whatever. Five will get you ten that she's only pissed she didn't think of making decoupage items of her stuff first, so she could sell them at a 1000% markup from the going rate for such things.