Let’s take a sartorial trip back in time to our fear-filled childhood years, when a single choose-your-own-adventure Goosebumps book was enough to inspire weeks of nightmares.
We’re dressing like our last meal was last week (and it was a grimy mix of radioactive ash and future-fascist propaganda) as we battle our way down the imaginary catwalk in some of our favorite versions of humanity’s post-apocalyptic future.
Here at Reading A Book By Its Cover, we’re twisting our pearls and tapping our Louboutins in breathless anticipation of the English translation of Haruki Murakami‘s latest.
As when selecting a fine wine, a book is best picked on the basis of its label. In the Darwinian world that is book publishing, it is our job as readers to ensure survival of the most fashionable.