Critique of Pure Reason, Part II

Don't judge a book by its cover.

There was this lady who loved reading. But she was really, really against being judgmental. So she would just go to the libraries and bookstores and she just started reading from the authors that started with A, moving alphabetically. By the time she was 50, she had still only got halfway through the B's, and we're talkin' an AVID reader here, people. She signed up for a book club because, you know, she loved reading, and wanted to talk to other people. But then nobody had heard about all her favorite authors like James Aberdeen and Ronald Aardwall and Samantha Adren and Judith Allers and Thurston Applequist. Hell, how was she gonna know any Thomas Wolfe or Kurt Vonnegut when she hadn't even gotten to Emily Bronte yet? Shit, she thought to herself. Shit. I guess I should've judged those books by their covers.