The girl left the café, her heels clicking and hair shining softly. As I watched her go, I noticed a glossy new paperback novel on her table. This girl, Stephanie, was an avid reader, and she carried a new book with her each time she frequented the café. This girl is really something, and now I had a reason to approach her next time! I could return her book like a Prince Charming on my motorbike....I picked it up, turning to the plot description on the back cover. Romance novels aren't exactly my piece of cake, but I thought I would give this genre a try.
Three torturous days later, I closed the book with a disappointed sigh. This novel was terrible! The book's plot was completely illogical, where this girl meets a boy who tries to sell her into slavery, all the while telling her he loves her and feeding her cheese and chocolate. This girl escapes, runs straight into a bunch of gangsters and falls in love with the gangster boss. To top it off, she becomes a great gangster herself, travels the world with her new love, and finally gets revenge on the villain by drowning him in the cheese factory. How is this considered to be an acceptable work of literature? The language was cheesy and the plot was shallow.
If Stephanie is really the kind of girl who likes THESE kinds of books, I guess she must not be very classy after all. If somebody is willing to waste so much of their precious time to read something so crappy, then they don't have their priorities straight. You cannot judge a book by its cover, and neither can judge people from their looks.
