Um UrnatIn 1984, Björk Gudmundsdottir self-published a small book, a fairy tale, written in her own handwriting, and illustrated with original drawings and watercolors. Only 100 were made. Since Björk is getting more and more attention from collectors, these little masterpieces would get rare, and thus - they would eventually fetch an astronomical price. Only the richest Björk fans would be able to gain them.
Um Urnat books are too rare to be sold, but when they are, Dr. Gunni usually auctions them off.
To see something of this book go http://home4.inet.tele.dk/olrik/bjork/umurnat/index.htm
Story of the book
Under twenty nature-stones there was Keldur. After a long search Nrarida insisted that he came up, he would put his trousers on and he would stop root up - he would be discovered. Keldur didn't stir. Also later so the other stepped to-him. Bended over, the beast and set-it on Ladiahr. She beshaded her eyes with her brows and Naffi hissed. Then it jumped on her. She escaped, the hair and left Keldur. Keldur didn't stir. When he rose Alfir presented himself. After a long coma and coughing he stood steady. He recollected dimly but didn't want to know. ..but started running, more worried than Ladiahrs-less. Waldir did know the flowers. He knew the leaves and the mane and the palfrey. And he knew the time. Oh yes-yes, the time that includes palfrey-trips and leaves. Just and only. (and sleep.) But Waldir didn't know Keldur and has probably never known him and would never have seen him if Keldur hadn't passed by, in the direction of the opening, suspecting nothing. Because of a non-suspecting and natural pressure did Keldur come up. Nrarida tip-toed to his back. "Keldur!" - didn't answer... "Keldur, we know you." Keldur had never felt so happy. But because and as a tribute to the old days he sometimes cried.
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