One of the perks of working at a coffee shop/bookstore is the presence of books. Thousands of books that range from science fiction, to poetry, to car repair manuals. I absolutely love it. And since I’m usually there after closing time, I frequently find myself unattended with all these books. It is hypnotizing to someone with my personality. It’s quiet. The only lights that remain are dim. And books, books, books.
At least once a week, I’ll clock out and just browse. I tend to take one shelf at a time. I’ll read the names on the spines, looking for anything familiar or interesting. Quite a few great books have passed through my hands that way. And then, every once in a while, I find one like this:
I challenge anyone to find a weirder book cover.