Monday, February 25
I choose books for their covers, you bet. It's why I picked up the Alienist. If I don't like a cover, I will tape something over it while I read. I try not to look at author's photos either, they all look like realtors, and they gum up the voices. Here's my latest choice, and so far, it oozes creepy-ness from every dusty, yellow page. The tagline reads: Insane Evil in a Respectable Engish Village.
I'm reading it now, in a blanket and pajamas, enjoying a surprise morning off. To me, it is morning, for you, that is your deal.
at 1:06 PM