You can’t judge a book by its cover, nor can you judge what someone will read by their appearance.
Helping at last week’s Rotary Bookarama in Oamaru was a fascinating study in human nature.
Had I put bets on what people might be interested in I’d have been sadlyout of pocket: the woman I thought might go for something literary opted for chick lit; the one I’d classified as a chcik-lit fan chose biographies; the mild-mannered bloke went for horror; one who looked like a professor bought westerns and a little old lady chose the raciest Mills and Boons.
The club took in a little more than $10,000 which was up about $1,000 on last year’s total.
That’s not a bad earner when most hardbacks were sold for only a dollar and paperbacks for half that.