Perusing the library shelves today, I came across several classics that I need to read. I rejected them all.
One had a dingy, smudged cover with dirty finger prints all over the edges. One was printed on what appeared to be grocery sacks during an apparent paper-saving drive from back in the '70's. One had an eery, unpleasant typeface and the prospect of following it for 200+ pages made me nauseated.
Today, I was guilty of judging books by their covers.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
You can't judge a book...
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