I judge books by their covers. I know, it doesn’t seem fair and doesn’t follow the rules, but I do. I can’t help it. If a cover on a book doesn’t speak to me, I have a hard time believing there will be anything good inside.
I was at the airport the other day and needed a book. Usually, I use my travel time to catch up on all the Hollywood garbage. One juicy magazine a year is enough to keep me up to date. Besides, I really don’t care. But this time, I just wanted a book. I walked into one of those super high priced ‘convenience’ stores in the airport and grabbed the first book that ‘spoke’ to me. It is called “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened.” It was written by Jenny Lawson. The fact that I know all that from memory after only two days reading should tell you something. The cover has a cute mouse wearing a cape on it. I had no idea what the book was about when I bought it, but the title and picture were enough for me.
It is the funniest book I have read in a long, long time. The woman on the plane next to me was reading a Dean Koontz book. After about fifteen minutes of watching me out of the corner of her eye, she asked me what I was reading. She wanted my book. I had tears streaming down my face. It’s ridiculously funny and mostly true. Apparently, Koontz isn’t funny. Go figure. I haven’t read his stuff because I have a rule. I don’t read books that have the name of the author printed bigger than the title of the book. Call me fickle, but there it is.
Lawson’s book is irreverent, immoral, and a bit unbelievable. If you are easily offended then avoid it. But if you want to laugh til you cry, read it. Don’t judge me when you do, cause you will be laughing too. Cause I said so.