We all judge things, at least somewhat by face value. Whether it’s fair or not really doesn’t matter because it happens in most cases almost instantly.
I judge books by their covers everyday. If they look cheesy, low-budget, or just plain dumb I pass them over for something better looking. I know I’ve mentioned this before in other posts, but book covers really do matter. It’s so interesting when you notice an older book has received a face lift. Often times a older look works in favor of a book, especially if a particular cover is well known. I know I have sought after specific editions because of a particular cover. I think it’s more or less when a cover has been poorly designed combined with a story that is not quite worth the paper it’s written on, that a publisher throws in a last ditch effort to bring in some dough to recoup some of the cost of publishing it in the first place. FYI-I’m not talking about anniversary editions where the cover is changed, so don’t be confused.
When I first came across The River by Peter Heller, I wanted to know more. This cover immediately sucked me in. I have never read anything by him so I have nothing to base this judgement on other than the cover. It may be shallow thinking, but it’s also the truth. I am drawn to certain colors and font combinations. Each of us are. There are psychological links and associations to color usage. It’s fascinating. This book has been making the rounds and every time I see it I just know I want to read it. My library doesn’t own the Kindle copy yet, so when I visited this afternoon I grabbed it when I saw it on the shelf. Here is the Amazon synopsis:
• Wynn and Jack have been friends since freshman orientation, bonded by their shared love of mountains, books, and fishing. Wynn is a gentle giant, a Vermont kid never happier than when his feet are in the water. Jack is more rugged, raised on a ranch in Colorado where sleeping under the stars and cooking on a fire came as naturally to him as breathing. When they decide to canoe the Maskwa River in northern Canada, they anticipate long days of leisurely paddling and picking blueberries, and nights of stargazing and reading paperback Westerns. But a wildfire making its way across the forest adds unexpected urgency to the journey. When they hear a man and woman arguing on the fog-shrouded riverbank and decide to warn them about the fire, their search for the pair turns up nothing and no one. But: The next day a man appears on the river, paddling alone. Is this the man they heard? And, if he is, where is the woman? From this charged beginning, master storyteller Peter Heller unspools a headlong, heart-pounding story of desperate wilderness survival •
Along with this book I also grabbed a few from the sale shelves because I’m a sucker for beautiful cheap books. Sell me on the cover and you’ve probably sold me on the book. A nice face doesn’t always indicate nice insides, but it will initially grab my attention. And if it ends up being a poor purchase choice, that beautiful face might just be the ticket for a good resale.
“When you lose yourself in a book the hours grow wings and fly.”
– Chloe Thurlow