What does your cover say about you?

I’m in the middle of a book binge. The kind where I lose myself in the pages and ignore my growing pile of real “life” duties – it’s been far too long since I liked a book this much. Far too long, thank god I acted on impulse and bought that book simply because the cover was shiny!

The drought has been longer than usual, I’ve tried to quench it by trying to get into several books. My bookcases are littered with their corpses. A fortune in novels, money wasted, because they all sucked. None of these little treasures – and yes I consider books treasures – held my attention. They were not original, smart or witty. They encompassed nothing that I require in a book. Instead it was pages of blah.

So for me to discover a good book and then have it be party of a trilogy that I then also devoured is a miracle. You can only imagine how my mood has shifted. You see for me books don’t just tell a story on the page but they tell the story of the person reading them. Oh and I’m a book snob. You tell me you don’t read - then we aren’t going to be very good friends, I’ve made exceptions of course, but not many.

So here’s a little insight on me ... I prefer Bronte over Austen, preferring the malice that Wuthering Heights has over the snobbery that Pride and Prejudice. I prefer Steinbeck over Dickens, I still haven’t been able to read Tale of Two Cities – I read it when I have insomnia and it always breaks it. And my favorite book is Brave New World I read it once a year and always discover something new in its pages.

Now that will give you something to ponder.

CW