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, soI thought, this would be it.
This is a personal/lifestyle diary more than anything. There are already enough stylish people to do the job of raising fashion consciousness. 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!