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Judging a book its cover, ah, it’s a notion that’s both universally cautioned against and in some cases subtly practiced. For me, it’s not just a habit; it’s a reliable compass into unchartered literary territories. I guess I’m quite the rebel when it comes to how a book front cover looks, feels, and even how it talks back at me. Take Rachel Cusk’s and Deborah Levy’s trilogies, for instance - in my humble opinion they are absolute marvels. The covers, adorned with embossed fonts, lure me in, almost promising a story that matches the visual allure. Both writers I discovered due to their bold front covers. I can’t imagine my life without these two epic writers in it. As I’ve written about previously on Substack, Deb Levy is my writing muse. Even though she doesn’t believe in having a muse - I kno…