Theirs are the covers you're not supposed to judge by, and they so seem to know it. 'Not me! Not me!' they snicker as your fingers slip past them, angling to be overlooked by the bougie riff-raff the bargain hunters, the pseudo-iconoclasts. Malingerers all, I'm telling you, in their tattered jackets and their dog ears, smashed and sassy in the security of their hobo camouflage. You will not catch them selling themselves. Make no mistake, there are a lot of them out there, these tawdry-looking things congregating in the dustiest of old shop corners stacked among strangers with whom they have nothing in common.

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One of my favorite experiences as a reader is coming across a book in disguise.