I can get really OC about book covers, because they also play a part in whether you go home with the book or not. Over the weekend I was able to get 2 books, both as a gift from Jow – My Mistress’ Sparrow is Dead by Jeffrey Eugenides and No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July (yay for the Fully Booked discount card :D).
I’m starting to read Eugenides’ book little by little. Anthologies are really nice when you’re too busy to read one big whole story, as in my case. And I fully admit that I’m a sucker for love stories, just not the uber-cheesy Jude Deveraux types (which my best friend adores to death!). Some of the pieces are familiar from my Lit class back in college, which I sadly don’t remember much. But at least I had all our readings bound–hopefully I can find them to read over the summer. It had a lot of poetry (which I’m trying to appreciate more) too.
So here’s the cover of the first book. The bookmark I’m using for it even has the same exact color scheme as the cover–so geeky, right? But then I came across this one:
Waah! I really love this cover :( Maybe because I’m a med student, and it reminds me so much of an anatomy book. Sometimes I hate myself for buying books really early, because sometimes editions with better or less common covers come in later on. I even have two copies of Neil Gaiman’s Stardust thanks to this bad tendency — the trade paperback version (which looks like an old leather book) and the illustrated version, although what I really wanted was the one that had a forest on the cover. I just don’t like covers that are too common or have the movie actors on them unless that’s the only choice left. I also waste a LOT of time choosing the copy to buy because I don’t like dog-ears, wrinkles, folded-up pages, etc.
Whatever, though. I just hope that one day I can be rich enough to have a room to stuff all my books in. Having my own library is one of the few definite dreams I have in life, sad but true. AND I also hope I find all my books that are missing in my room/in the house.