They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
However, I think there are exceptions. Books covered in images of shirtless muscle-men with waist-length flowing hair and gripping a half-undressed woman are usually, well, trashy novels. Girl-p*rn, really.
A while back I was searching for a handful of classic kids books, and was hitting up the second-hand stores in Town to see if I could avoid the shipping costs of buying online. Hubby and the kids waited in the van while I perused the back wall of one such shop, passing over the obligatory Microwave Cooking cookbooks and MS-DOS how-to manuals. A demure, older Mennonite woman walked to the back of the store as well, and went directly to the far end of the wall. A-ha, I thought. That’s where the good stuff is. I pretended to continue searching along as I slowly made my way in her direction, waiting until she had made her selections and left the area. I happily strode towards the Good Shelf.
To find books covered in images of shirtless muscle-men…
I laughed to myself, when standing in line to buy some 50¢ crayola paints, the woman was turning in a good-sized stack of similar novels to get ‘credit’ towards the purchase of the new stack. Classic literature indeed. Silly me. 🙂
Just goes to show that you can’t judge a book by its cover…?