I envy cats. They don’t give a damn and can basically sleep on anything. Right now, I only FEEL like I can sleep on anything. And sadly, I give a damn about people – which is why I’m trying to stay awake.
It’s one of THOSE days. You know, the kind that flows like molasses but burns sharply like the spicy food you ate last night trying to escape your body at exactly the wrong time? Yeah. It’s like that. Not necessarily bad (your mileage may vary, though), but not very comfortable either. I have a pounding headache, I need another massage, and I’ve been forgetting to do things since 10 am; still, I have this crazy urge to go overtime today because I’m pretty sure stuff needs to get done (it’s just that we can’t start working on it right now because TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES WHYWHYWHY).
I wasn’t even supposed to have a post today. Yet here I am \o/
So what do I do with this time?
Why, plug a blog!
Check out Tanuki Doodles by my IRL friend (what? I have non-imaginary/non-virtual friends!) K. Incidentally, it’s her birthday today – one of the few shining, shimmering, splendid things about this day – so I think you should visit her blog. In fact, I think you should visit her blog as often as you can because she does great work and deserves support. Heck, she’s even doing an artwork-a-day thing right now, so I’m willing to bet that it’s more updated than mine.
What I’m saying is: mosey on over there to see really fun art. She takes commissions, by the way; so if you like her style and have money…*wink*
It will certainly make me feel much better about today. 😀
I admit it. I’m a book cover snob. I never really thought about it until just now, when someone on Twitter posted this Pinterest page displaying a bunch of book covers. I liked some of them, true. But for the most part, I found a lot of the covers to be way too busy for me.
Maybe they’re too pulp? I don’t mind actual pulp fiction, but I really find most pulp fiction covers grating.
Rocked by this (kind of) sudden realization, I despaired at the possibility of being a “shallow” book consumer. Has my reading life been a lie all along?
(Yes, I know that’s a tad melodramatic. But I have a point, I promise).
That’s why I started to look for people who legitimize judging books by their covers. Hey, a girl needs to validate her unconscious habits! So what did I find?
Judging a Book by Its Cover (A Blog) – Apparently, there’s an actual blog out there that does book reviews based on nothing but the cover. It’s freaking brilliant. BRILLIANT, I tell you!
Judging a Book by Its Cover (An Article/Post) – This fairly old post on GeekDad recognizes the effect of having the right kind of cover to attract the right kind of reader. In other words, the cover is meant to market the book (so you better get it right). So really, covers are important.
The Caustic Cover Critic – Let me just say that this guy just has some of the best reflections on book covers, especially with regards to the actual contents of the book, the book titles, and the overall appeal (or lack thereof) to him as a consumer. I recommend this particular post: Odd Titles, Dull Covers.
Having been validated, I moved on to contemplating my own book cover preferences:
Effective balance of image and text
The text must NEVER take up the entire cover (unless they’re business or self-help books)
The image must NEVER look like it’s just tacked on
Basically if the cover looks like it was made by someone who clearly didn’t know how to at least use PhotoShop effectively, I will pretend that book doesn’t exist.
I’m sure there are more elements that affect my book cover pickiness, but those are the major ones.
But what about you guys? Do you judge books by their covers? What do you like or don’t like to see?
EDIT: Speaking of book covers, one of my favorite authors Susan Elizabeth Phillips is asking for people to vote for the cover of her next novel. If you like her work too, please vote. 🙂
Okay, I just have to post this because it blew my mind. Yesterday, I was looking through WordPress posts about reading, the love of reading and the like. I ran across this post about reading and re-reading by a lovely girl named Katie, which not only piqued my interest (because she had such good questions!) but also led me to ask a question of my own: does what we love to read say something about us?