I have owned this copy of Little Women for years and years, but haven’t read one word of it. I haven’t cracked the cover once.
I know it’s ridiculous, but I just really don’t like reading ugly books. I judge books by their covers. There, I said it.
I don’t know about you, but I am a big fan of cute book covers. I’ll buy pretty much any type of book, as long as the front is pretty and colorful (which, in all honesty, is probably why I ended up with so many trashy chick-lit books from that one overtly girlie section at Borders).
Cover the… cover. And add a bow. Because, duh.