Good Reads Literally Summer
In an attempt to read more broadly I've been doing the reading challenges posted by Good Reads. And by and large it's been going OK. Not every book that I read I like, some books have ended up with one star reviews and some very sharp criticism.
However the most recent challenge irked me. First the description sounds like they thought they were terribly clever but comes across as super fucking cringe; like if you're sat at the pitch table... maybe just don't say anything if the other option is to offer this...
Then there's the books themselves. The books may not have anything wrong with them. I'm not making judgment on their substance. But the thing that got me into reading was judging books by their covers (hear me out, it will make some sort of sense):
I see a book's cover and if I like the look of it I'll read it. I won't read the blurb, I won't even read the introduction, I'll just read the book. This is how I came to read Michael Slade's Head Hunter, Robert Westall's Futuretrack 5, and William Gibson's Neuromancer.
They all had covers that were enticing enough to make me curious about what was inside them. This method has led me to read quite widely, because as the proverb points out, book covers can be quite deceptive.
Like, there's a time and a place for pastels... which is after I'm dead and far far from my fucking corpse.
These covers give me fucking nothing. They're bland and indifferent. If they were a spice they'd be flour. There's no art to these covers, no passion. Just fucking words mostly in the same fucking type face with Matisse paper cutout inspired shapes that are screaming Basic Bitch at the top of their fucking lungs.
