This is the book that got me started in polymer clay. It was 1995, the man I'd moved 600 miles to be with had just dumped me (and lied about it), and I was wandering aimlessly through Waldenbooks trying to get some soul-nourishment. I don't remember exactly how I came to purchase this book in particular (I was probably attracted by the bright colors and the prospect of squishing something), but it gelled for me. Fourteen years later, I have no regrets-- about getting into this fabulous hobby via a kid's book, nor about the guy who indirectly started the whole thing. Woohoo!