On the kitchen table, there was an old, leather-bound book.

So she curled up on her bed, but with a small leather-bound book.

Two small leather-bound books, pushed in between the remains of the camera.

She deliberately closed the leather-bound book without taking her eyes from his.

She pulled out a small leather-bound book and turned to a marked page.

He was reading a large, leather-bound book by the light of his single candle.

Why, there had to be at least thirty of the big, leather-bound books.

Alone in a room with a thousand leather-bound books, not one of which she would ever read.

The leather-bound book in his hand could not see the official light of day!

He noted the number and compared it with a list in a small leather-bound book.