Unlike the title, there is nothing wise about this. I recently discovered a loophole in thinking big.
So i was told to judge not a book by its cover. The irony about this is that the writer summarises the book on the cover, actually both.
The front cover has a picture that says over 1000 words, sometimes alittle more. Thank God there is no charge for seeing beyond what is placed before us. The price never the less is paid by the curious.
The rear cover unveils the whole story in less than a 1000 words. The writer is never a boring one, thus, every reader is sent on to the inevitable quest for the detail.
Before the book was opened, we were provided both the imagery and insight which is a probable definition of detail. So, why for any reason except for need to satisfy a desire for an unrealizable thirst do we flip a page. When we reach here, i prefer you attempt to think retrospectively about the essence of looking for the detail.
My point being; humans are books, God; the author and writer. Our faces – the front cover, our bodies – the rear cover. You can tell the character and traits of a person with out having to put up each day of your life with them or worse still being close to them.
Even when the intrigue of discovery has its vice and cons, it is a journey taken by many, which i can’t explain today but it is in our nature as human to live by instinct.
Do you ever realise who you like, who you are attracted to and why you are not what you expected to be? It is normal that as reader you prefer a particular genre and the people you are with define the type of reader you are.