a rested case on judging books by their covers.

As I know absolutely nothing about the publishing of books and how one goes about doing that, I probably should not go out on a limb here by assuming authors have image control over the design of their covers.

However. I am a shameless judge of books by cover and make no excuse for it because I figure if you're going to take the trouble to write a book you should damn well make sure an arresting image makes it's way to your cover while you're at it. Case in point, this book caught my eye while at the bookstore the other day and I was interested in reading it upon picking it up:I was all too happy to see the title at my local library until I saw this in hardback:
UGH!

Of course I still took the book home with me (albeit a bit more discreetly), but come on! I would never in a million years pick that thing off the shelf had I not known of it earlier...I would have 100% assumed it was one of those silly chick lit throwaway novels that desperate women of indeterminate age read while sitting on the beach with a packet of Baked Lays and a Diet Coke.

Anyhow, I'll report on the book in a couple of days after I am done reading this and this.