So yesterday I received two books in the mail. One was written by my poet friend and the other by our very own Dr. Cougar, my favorite second-oldest sister. I had to talk Cougar down a few months ago because she hated the cover so much. Poet friend had told us a similar story of a terrible cover that was rescued at the last minute by a painting by a friend. Cougar did not have any such last minute rescue. All I can say, as I look at the cover with its very obvious stock photos arranged in an uninteresting way, is that at least it isn’t bright turquoise or otherwise horribly tinted. That and Cougar’s first academic book has a dazzling cover, so suck it up and deal, cupcake.
Also on the table is the quilt book my friend wrote and Averil’s Alice Close Your Eyes (which also has a great cover). Over the weekend, I finished Alice, which was harrowing and beautiful. I had to put Alice down in the middle because it was so harrowing. But I picked it back up again! Upstairs I have an IndieBound Best pick novel by a woman I went to college with. I haven’t yet read the IndieBound pick. Will I read Cougar’s textbook? I will probably leaf through it. The book is not in my field, but I did help come up with a bunch of the chapter titles. My name is in the acknowledgments.
I am bad about reading books that people want me to read. It has to be the right book at the right time, otherwise I get cranky and resistant. This is not one of my better personality traits. In fact it makes me a big hypocrite because I’m always getting the bookseller gleam in my eye and matchmaking people and books.
Me: YOU MUST READ THIS NOW.
Other person: Um, I’m at work right now. I’ll look for it this weekend.
Me: That’s not quick enough. Quit your job. YOU MUST READ THIS.
Other person backs away slowly.
Confession time: Do you read books that your friends write?