Judging a book....
Troy brought a few books into this marriage; plays, history stuff, and John Grisham. I have many books and have read them over and over (lots of love stories, but other stuff too). Every time I go to the bookshelf to look for something to read I quickly skip over the dark paperbacks by Grisham. That's not my style!
A few months ago I was desperate for something to read and didn't have time to go to the library. With a scowl on my face I shoved the dreary black book into my bag and went to work. It would get me through my lunch hour and then I could go to the library after work and get something more cheerful to read.
I loved the book. I wanted to cover it rainbow stickers to brighten up the outside, but the inside was great!
I have had a small collection of John Grisham books sitting on my bookshelf, begging to be read for years. They smell musty and the pages are not a bright white anymore, but I am looking past the physical and finally enjoying what's been waiting for me inside. Today I started reading my second Grisham book and am ashamed to admit I still questioned my choice as I looked at the cover. I am 25 pages into it and smacking myself for once again judging a book by it's cover.
If I judge books so quickly and find it this difficult to break the habit, how much am I doing it with people and how hard will that habit be to break? I'm breaking down those walls one book cover at a time, because you have to start somewhere. Today I smiled as I finished up two short chapters and remembered that I do like John Grisham.