Books

        I was at work minding my own business (not really but hey, who's watching) when I noticed the library of books. I've read my fair share of books, I really have. Plus their are tonnes of books that I want to read because I mean, why not. One of those books is East of Eden by John Steinbeck, I have always been told how great and wonderful it is by everyone who has ever read it in the history of time (not really but it sounds nice, right?). While perusing the bookshelves at work today I saw a copy, amazing just my luck something to read at the end of my long work day! Something I want to read while killing time rather than the same copy of Hello Canada. In a flurry of anticipation I picked up the copy and grazed the spine with my finger. Every time I do this to a book I get a tingle of excitement, a rush of joy that is only quenched by one singular thing. The cover, oh yes, that beautiful,artful cover. East of Eden however, was horrid, the cover had no beauty it had no joy. I will not read this book.

     A cover is supposed to bring joy into the readers life, not pain, not sorrow. A good cover brings you into the world, shows you what the imagination can paint in all of its splendor. This cover showed me a sad sad artist with no joy and no humor. Covers are things of beauty that, as of late, have been going largely ignored. Why? I have no idea, and sadly my 5 minutes are up. I will sleep on it and maybe sometime soon share.