I am one of those awful people who most definitely judge a book by its cover. I think we all do on some level, don’t we? The cover is our first insight into the book and is usually the number one thing that will make me want to pick it up and find out more about it. Never underestimate the power of an intriguing/beautiful/quirky cover!
I used to read a lot of poetry when I was younger, but I fell out of love with it around the age of 14 and have never quite managed to repair that relationship. I spotted a post recently on My Little Book Blog and had to share it because I think these two poems (the original by Charles Warnke, and the response by Rosemarie Urquico) may just have begun to mend my on-again-off-again tumultuous battle with poetry…
Confessions of a Book Geek 