by Susan Santangelo
Jean Henry Mead's Friday post aboout how much reviews and blurbs translate to book sales really generated a terrific cyberspace conversation. It made me think long and hard about my own book-buying habits, and what influences me to pull out that credit card and commit to a sale.
Of course, as someone who's pretty new to the mystery-writing club, I have to confess that any good reviews I've gotten for either Retirement Can Be Murder or the just-released Moving Can Be Murder have me babbling with joy like Sally Field at the Academy Awards all those years ago -- You like me! You really like me!
But often, I'm drawn to a book by its cover art. Yes, I do believe that sometimes -- not often -- you can judge a book by its cover. If there's a body oozing blood and gore smack in the center of the cover, it immediately turns me off. I'm drawn to bright colors and art that makes me feel happy. And I hope what's inside is entertaining.
What I truly hate is when the book itself doesn't match the cover art. I feel like I've been betrayed somehow.
I'm wondering if other folks feel that way too?