Jeez, I'm obviously behind the times, but there is something creepy about books with shiny covers where the author's name comes first and is as big or bigger than the title.
By "creepy," of course, I mean "intellectually sleezy," on the level of men who give blow jobs in public rest rooms.
Live and let live, plus all that kind of "feel good" type of metro male talk, but when someone opens by saying he is "a reader," one hopes for more than shiny covers and big letters.
Jeez, I'm obviously behind the times, but there is something creepy about books with shiny covers where the author's name comes first and is as big or bigger than the title.
By "creepy," of course, I mean "intellectually sleezy," on the level of men who give blow jobs in public rest rooms.
Live and let live, plus all that kind of "feel good" type of metro male talk, but when someone opens by saying he is "a reader," one hopes for more than shiny covers and big letters.
The Classics?
locatebob 1 year ago