You can’t judge a book by its cover, but we do anyway. One of the flaws of humanity is our tendency to be judgmental. I’m sure most of us would pick a book with a colorful cover over one that has nothing more than the title and author’s name. I would.
It actually doesn’t even need to be colorful, but it does have to be relevant. Relevance is pretty important. If the fiction novel I am writing were to be published and on the cover was a picture of a polka-dotted elephant juggling on the hood of a sports car, I would be pretty upset. I’m not a huge fan of sports cars.
In my mind, people are a lot like books. Everyone has a cover: who they appear to be. Some people pick up a book, judge the cover, and then put it down. They never even look inside and learn the story behind the cover. They simply judge what they see. For books, that means that some will never be opened even though it may be the best thing ever written. It means the same for people, too.
Beyond the cover, all books are different. Some are dramatic; some are comedic; some are suspenseful. There’s mystery, romance, fantasy, sci-fi… You get the point. It’s the same with people. Some are more dramatic than others, some seem to live in their own world, and everyone has their own sense of humor, so everyone is their own kind of comedy. No two people are alike, neither are books. Do you get where I’m going with this?
Most people have a favorite book that’s worn and yellowing. Whether it’s a novel, the family Bible, or the cookbook with that special recipe of Double Chocolate Supremely Delicious Chocolate-Coated Strawberry-flavored Chocolate-filled Raspberries. And we all have that one person we can tell anything too. That person who is worn and yellowing from all of our troubles, but is still always there to listen. So in my mind, people are a lot like books.