![]() And I really wanted to read the book because of it. ( Sidenote: at 11 and 13 BOTH of them have finally agreed with their mother that reading is the best.) Emergency Contact was sitting on an endcap between the information desk and the teen romance section. This weekend I was in my local Barnes and Noble getting Easter gifts for my girls. And to be real? It’s also that Rainbow Rowell endorsement. It’s how intimate they look while curled away from one another and staring into their phones. It’s not the black-lined contrast of the stylized characters. Choi’s Emergency Contact in all its dustjacketed glory: Judge This Book By Its Coverīehold, the cover of Mary H.K. We do us, and we do good reads no matter what they look like.īut when I say it’s time to judge a book by its cover, I mean this: sometimes a cover is SO good, it deserves to be a reason you love the book. And we have no problem reading a dorky, embarrassing cover on our commute. And despite all that well-meaning encouragement, all of those things definitely should have been judged by their covers.īut rarely is it ever really applied to books, and even more rarely is actually applied to book covers. And maybe someone, somewhere, once encouraged a 15-year-old girl to ride the Zippin Pippin with it. A few of us had a choir teacher who nudged us toward that skinny, zit-ridden baritone who wanted to sing All I Ask of You with us for All West auditions. We all had a great aunt who served some sort of half-jiggly, half-solid salad/treacle/ambrosia concoction every holiday and who encouraged us to dive into it with this idiom. “ Don’t judge a book by its cover,” goes back to at least the mid-20th century (although someone on the internet said it was as old as an 1860’s newspaper that they could barely make out), but we have all grown up hearing it. ![]() It’s an adage that really has nothing to do with reading.
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