Daily Prompt: If you were to judge your favorite book by its cover, would you still read it?
GAH! It’s that stupid favourite word again! By the way, I learned to spell it with a ‘u’ and I see no reason to stop doing so. But I still hate it. It is maybe my favourite word to hate. Because picking favourites seems to be beyond my scope of abilities.
There is no single book I prefer above all others. I would have a huge problem choosing a dozen books I love because how do you stop at some finite number? I would keep adding to the pile until it fell over and killed me, putting both of us out of our misery.
Other than that nit-picking little point, I can see the beauty of this prompt. Book cover art is no doubt a big hook in getting people to pick up a book and look at it more closely. Sometimes the genre is easily identifiable by taking a quick glance at the cover. For instance, if there’s a bare breasted woman with her head flung back and her eyes closed being ravished by an unbelievably handsome chisel featured body builder, you can be fairly certain it’s not a cook book or a travel guide. Although if it’s in the self-help section, who knows.
I like bright colours and pretty pictures and great art work as much as the next guy, and recognizing an author’s name is always a big plus. But mostly it’s the brilliance or the weirdness of a book’s title that gets me every time. The Cheese Monkeys (Chip Kidd), Ella Minnow Pea (Mark Dunn), When God Was a Rabbit (Sarah Winman) and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time (Mark Haddon) come to mind.
And did you know there’s a prize for thinking up weird book titles? You can read about it here. And then you just might find yourself wanting to do some further research on Goblinproofing One’s Chicken Coop among other things.
So I guess my advice to all you book writers out there is to think long and hard about your book title because even if your book is complete crap, a catchy and crazy title will be enough to get someone like me to buy it. Although I might draw the line at Bombproof Your Horse (Rick Pelicano and Lauren Tjaden) simply because I don’t own a horse.
Otherwise, it sounds pretty good.
Just seeing the word “favorite” on my computer screen is suddenly making me want to spit. Or gag, or some such unlady-like thing. Sorry, but I don’t know what my favorite place in the world is, because I haven’t been everywhere yet.
So here’s where home is at the moment. Nicely far away from huge bodies of water. Not too close to the equator or the north pole. Mountains on one side, prairies on the other. Sky above and earth below.
For one insane moment this morning I contemplated putting a post-it note face up on the floor and rolling a globe down the hallway to see on which part of the world it would choose to stick itself. And then that could have been my new all time favorite place in the world. But with my luck it might have ended up somewhere in the North Atlantic, making my ‘choice’ difficult to justify.
So I’ll just be vague and say Canada would be on my list of nice places in the world to be. I’ve been to Scotland, and it’s nice too.