Go Ahead - Judge a Book by Its Cover
I got two books this weekend from a friend – both slim little paperbacks printed in the early seventies – both 1971, I think. Hunter S. Thompson’s Fear & Loathing in
The point is, I don’t care what they say. I do judge a book by its cover, all the time. The pleasure of the reading is all wrapped up in the physicality of a book, isn’t it? Reading ugly books is difficult, or books of an awkward size, or icky paper. I don’t like books that are shiny in that sticky plasticky way. My favorite books tend to have that smooth satiny matte finish. I also like the pocket sized old school pulp paperback. These two fall in that category, most definitely. Anyway, very exciting happenings at
posted by erin | 1:11 PM
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When I get a new book, I spend a lot of time turning it over in my hands, examining the cover, running my thumb across the edge of the pages to make that new book smell (or old musty book smell, as the case may be) float up toward my face. I think I take almost as much pleasure in IMAGINING reading a new book as I do in actually reading it.
The look and feel of a book cover matters to me, but not enough to keep holding onto a book with nothing much of interest to me between its covers.
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