Ever judge a book by it's cover?

I've a book printed in 1942. It's a Penguin, with a plain blue cover, and it's printed on wafer-thin, yellowing paper. It's a lit-crit book of some sort and I'm not sure that I've really read it, but it's still fascinating. There's a little discalaimer in it, apologising for it's poor quality, and of course, the poor quality is due to the paper shortages of the second world war. I find that slim paperback brings me closer to the realities of 'war shortages' than many dense textbooks. And it's the book as a thing, that interests me here, rather than the text inside it. Strange, really, when you think about it? I ...

Each book tells a story but its cover tells a bigger one. Each book has travelled a journey, whether you buy it new or second hand like me. Each book I own has been held by many hands, captivated many minds and it will continue that journey, ageing until one day its dust cover falls off baring its bright undercover and the whole thing begins again... Right now I'm trying to judge a book by its cover. Why? Well I have thousands of books and as I prefer them in hardback I often end up doubling them. So I sit here now with two copies of Rose Madder by Stephen King propped up next to me. I'm going to keep one and relegate the other to the car boot where ...

This category was created for me - come on, admit it dooyoo! It's been there for ages, screaming at me and begging me to write in it. If there were a category in all of dooyoo, and only one category (God forbid!!), where I should be allowed to post, this would be it. No doubt. Why this overabundant enthusiasm? Even less modest than usual? Well, perhaps... but even more importantly, I feel I belong here since a good part of my (hectic - aren't we all? I know) living is made designing book covers. Actually, said part of my living also involves the much less glamorous but equally demanding designing of the inside of a book, but this ...