Sunday, April 1, 2012
I have a dirty little secret. It is one I am a little embarrassed to admit but, here it goes...
I have a love/hate relationship with Book Covers.
Whew, there I said it!
It is true. When I see a book at my local library or at my favorite book store, I simply fall in love with the covers. Their colors, their letters, their pictures beg me to pick up the book. It is these eye candy that some times I can't resist and those covers woo me in to submission and I bring home that book.
However, the cruelty of the book cover turns me in to a raving lunatic. As I go to pick up my much coveted book with all its pretty letters and colors, the book cover snaps at me by falling off. It tangles in the pages. It tears.
Oh, how I now hate those covers. Hate them!
I rip them off, toss them aside and I am done with them, never to return them to the book. That is unless...
...the book is due at the library.