I have a confession to make: I sometimes judge books by their covers.
I may never have read Alistair McLeod’s No Great Mischief if it had had a different cover. And I was a little miffed when The English Patient arrived from another Bookmooch member with a cover other than the one shown in their listing*. Call me misguided or shallow, but I like my books to be pleasing to the eye as well as the imagination.**
*One of the shortcomings of Bookmooch is that members sometimes don’t take care in selecting the correct edition of a book for their listing.
**That’s not to say that I won’t read a book if I don’t like its cover, but there is a reason books have designed covers rather than just uniform text. Sometimes this purpose works on me.