When I take a stroll down the aisles at Barnes & Nobel I go straight to the ya books section and never turn back. I browse the spines of each book picking one up every once in a while and moving them in the light to see how the covers shine. I love marveling at book covers. A beautiful cover can have me gazing at a book for several minutes at a time. I turn it over. I read the synopsis. I take off the book jacket to see what’s underneath if it’s a hardcover. When what’s underneath the book jacket is as or more beautiful then the cover itself I smile, knowing I have just found a precious gem.
Looking at covers feels very ritualistic for me. Just as much as admiring someone creating art in front of me is ritualistic. Seeing the byproduct of an artists hours of hard work in book form feels special and a lot of the time, I will buy a book solely for its cover.
As a book lover or really as a human your told to never judge a book by it’s cover. Your supposed to look deeper. To have this innate desire to delve beneath the surface. But in truth, how often do we actually put that notion into practice? When you see a beautiful cover do you not shriek on the inside and immediately want to hold it and admire it and know more? When you see a beautiful cover are you not more inclined to read it? Humans are creatures captivated by beautiful things. Why when it comes to books do we sometimes shame a person that says that the cover is the first thing that attracts them to a book? Isn’t that truer to who we are? To how we actually act on our day to day wheither we think about it or not?
Out of the over 100 books on my shelves there are only 10 book covers I do not care for and half of those are only because of a change in taste. This is not an accident. I am 100% more likely to buy a book if I love its cover. Do I still read the synopsis? Well sometimes. Do I look at reviews? That’s sometimes as well. Do I have must buy authors? 100% I do! However, if a cover is absolutely gorgeous I’m definitely doing everything I can to get that book on my shelves.
For a long time I told myself that I don’t judge a book by its cover. I told myself that it was wrong, that a book with any cover imaginable could suprise me and could become one of my favorite books of all time, but that was a lie, it was a lie beacuse my eyes have always skimmed over covers that were not to my taste. It wasn’t even a conscious thing. Gorgeous covers are designed to catch my eye and I feel for it every time and if I’m honest it very rarely steered me wrong.
So this is my confession: My name is Tiana Wolfe and I judge books by their covers. Is it hard to say? Yes. Should I be ashamed? No. Should I open my eyes to books with covers I don’t particularly like? Probably, but none of that changes the fact that when I walk into a book store and see a beautiful cover the little girl inside me screeches and I’m no longer afraid to say that it’s not good or bad, but just is, a part of me that will never go away.
Thanks for reading! Let me know what your thoughts are down in the comments! Do you judge books by their covers? How do you decide to pick up a book?
-Till next time!