The flagship line of sundayfawn. A hardcover storybook bound once, for one named reader. A first edition of one. The press is reset after each edition.
The Only Copy is a hardcover storybook written for a single named reader. The story is built from the specifics that only the giver would know — the friend's name, the street, the dog, the family in-joke. Juno writes the story. The book is illustrated for this one book. The cover is matte-printed with the reader's name. The book is perfect-bound, in a plain box, with a colophon at the back, and shipped in roughly two weeks.
The constraint is the product. After the book ships, the file closes. There is no second printing. There is no digital edition. There is no duplicate for the second household. The book that arrives at your door is the only copy of its kind on Earth, and it always will be. Edition of one is not a clever name. It is the production rule. We made the rule because the book is worth more when it is the only one.
You write us a short brief through the press's intake form. We ask seven questions. The reader's name. Their age, if relevant. One friend they would mention. One thing they say that nobody else says quite that way. One place they have spent a lot of time. One sentence you want them to read in the book. One occasion the book is for. Juno writes the story from those answers, and the illustration begins.
Two weeks later, the book arrives in a plain box. The cover is matte-printed with their name. The interior is illustrated for one reader, with a colophon at the back. The book is hardcover, finished in matte hardcover. It will outlive the occasion. It is the artefact the rest of the gift was orbiting around. The press then closes the file, and the press is reset.
The price is fixed. We do not run sales. We do not run coupons. We do not run promotional discounts. The Only Copy costs the price of one book because binding one book at a time, written from specifics, illustrated for one reader, is what the price of one book buys. The reader could be four. The reader could be eighty-four. The reader could be a dog named Pickle. What matters is that there is, and only ever will be, one.
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