I am very shallow when it comes to books. I see a pretty face and I’m all over it. Don’t get me wrong I’ve dated many books that were great who weren’t the most handsome or beautiful on the outside but I’m sure no one can debate the fact that when you are shopping the eye-stoppers are the ones that get you to read their stats and get their digits over that of the nice book with the bland cover every time. Don’t try to act like you have more depth than the rest of us–you are just as guilty as I am when it comes to a book with some gloss and smart design. If it’s dressed up like someone took care with it and spent time getting it ready you can tell and you can’t help but look, even if you ARE happy with the book you are currently reading at the moment. Readers don’t mate for life with the books we meet so no one holds it against us when we slut ourselves around from book to book so don’t worry, peeps, no one is going to shame you for doing what comes natural. Look at those covers, baby!
Sunday Confession – I Judge Books By Their Covers; Mostly I Drool.
Loving the bad boy is one of my worst habits. Actually having bad habits is one my worst habits. Bad boys are my most joyous guilty pleasure. I won’t sit here and dismiss something I relish. I love them mean, dangerous and dominant. I like a man who can tell me no and mean it. Give me limits and treat me like the kitten I am and I am yours. My men, I like it when they growl and have committed most of the seven deadly sins.