Wednesday Got Lost in a Sea of Rewrites and Edits
Books. I couldn’t live without them. Could you? I wrote recently about my new purchases at a book fair, adding to my ever growing collection. What is it that draws me to books? It’s something deep rooted. I’ve been reading since age 4 and have spent many hours lost in a story. My childhood books all bear my signature, half-cursive, large and dominant. I must have counted all my books once and obviously felt the need to write the numbers in the books themselves. My 1946 edition of Alice in Wonderland has the number 46 written on the front page. In the Looking Glass was number 81? Curious.
I’m drawn to book today by criteria that’s not easily defined, it’s a visual, aesthetic attraction which has me pick up a book most of the time. I’m likely to consider a range of things when arbitrarily searching for new books:
- The cover art- no hunky man or heaving breasts for me. No ‘chick-lit’ type pictures.
- The title, a catchy tile can really pull in a prospective reader, just like a blog title.
- The actual feel of the book. I don’t pick up random mass fiction paperbacks unless I’m specifically looking for a particular author.
- The ‘look’ inside. It’s not a particular font but rather the feel of the font, not too small, not too big. And, sometimes the texture of the paper.
- Words. I read the first line of the book then flip through and read a few lines here and there.
- And, of course the back of the book; I read the blurbs on the book. If I like the author being quoted I’m more likely to find the book appealing.
It’s sort of a love affair with books, more like love at first sight. I can’t really describe it but I know what I want when I see it. And, then I get soft in the knees and I succumb to the urge to buy. And, buy.
Do you have specific criteria for buying a new book? What turns you on, in a literary sense?
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