The Book Jacket: The Who, The What & The Why

People often ask me,

“Humairah, have you ever judged a book by its cover?”

Yes, yes I have, I tell them.

Case in point, I think 50 Shades of Grey sucks because I am not particularly attracted to a nondescript patterned grey tie splayed across the cover. If it had the face of ryan gosling or a man with an equal level of gorgeousness emblazoned on the jacket.. that’d be a different story altogether. But I digress. We’ve all dunnit, yknow. Judging a book by its cover. Which brings me to my next point: why the name?

Why The Book Jacket?

Because, I like books and jackets. And, like how a book jacket covers the naked book and its undiscovered chapters, our true selves are all but hidden by what people – who are often quick to judge – choose to see. Like books, people are meant to be read. Within us there are infinite stories waiting to be read and understood by willing readers. Here’s where I quote a famous author to vaguely prove my point: “People’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while”. Basically, what I’m trying to say is this: judge less, love more! (I could’ve just cut to this and skip the entire paragraph above but, I really love Murakami so).

The reason this space exists is because, admittedly, I miss blogging. Tumblring/tweeting doesn’t count. All this microblogging has made me increasingly lazy and uninspired to write as frequently as I once had. I have a tumblr for reblogging things that inspire me, but I’ve come to realise I needed a separate outlet to express the occasional creative writing and mostly my anecdotal musings in a larger sense, so I thought, this would be it.

This is a personal/lifestyle diary more than anything. I’d just like to celebrate the joy of books, document my adventures, and more importantly, writing a diary online because that’s the only way I know to keep track of my internal monologue and pursue my love for rambling. Think of it as a photo diary of sorts which you stumbled upon in someone’s closet – a diary sans all the bad handwriting and spaced-out doodling.

So now that I’ve acquainted you to my space, I hope you’ll enjoy the subsequent chapters and continue to join me in my little adventures as I kickstart the year with more reading, thought-cataloging and whatever else worth doing in between! Phew. This has been one lengthy essay but, I assure you, following posts will not be as rambly.

See you in a bit!

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