Dearest Diary,
As an aspiring authoress, there are few things in which I delight more than the purchase of new literature. I can assure you that the sort of market that will be arriving at the schoolhouse on the morrow is one that creates much excitement within me. And a much unaccounted for desire to drink tea. But I digress.
I am not proud to admit it, but I am the very sort that determines whether a piece of literature is desirable by the image or words depicted on the book's outset. One might be apt to respond that thou shalt not judge a book by it's cover, but I'm afraid I am not altogether familiar with such an ideal. I have only to offer that while I am often taken by a story when I've not seen the cover at all, I am less likely to have browsed its pages without the initial attraction.
I trust you are perceptive enough to understand I speak not only of literature. Have you not also judged a gentleman by his stature, his countenance, or the pleasure of his smile? Is it thus considered vanity to have never observed him otherwise? A man of great stature is demonstration of physical strength. One of right countenance demonstrates a spiritual strength. And a pleasing smile demonstrates an emotional strength. All traits a proper gentleman -- one of significant matrimonial potential -- ought to possess. Indeed, I am guilty. I cannot deny that the first glance must have reason to give heed to a second.
But indeed, I am the same with books. I shall take a few first glances (and perhaps a second) on the morrow...
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