Judging Books by Their Titles
I don’t care what the old adage says. I judge books by their covers. The only times I buy books whose covers don’t tickle my fancy are when they have been recommended by someone with whom I share similar tastes in books (tastes that tend toward the off-beat and the downright weird).
But more importantly, I judge books by their titles. What are titles for if not for grabbing potential readers by the collar and screaming, “READ ME!”?
In my case, the likelihood of my buying a book is directly proportional to the strangeness of its title. If book titles were people, I would be most effectively grabbed by that freak skulking at the back of the classroom or that woman dressed like Helena Bonham Carter on drugs.
See below the titles of the last five books I’ve enjoyed:
- The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
- The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters
- The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy (a well-chosen gift from the same someone I mentioned above)
- Life of Pi
- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
So now I ask you, are there any strangely titled books that you could recommend to me? I’ve just got back in the swing of reading, and I want to keep my momentum.
I predict a book shopping spree in my very near future.