A couple years ago, I found myself in a bookstore, at a loss, and called a friend to ask for any good books she’s read lately. She recommended Uglies by Scott Westerfeld.
I looked it up in the bookstore and read the cover — “In a world of extreme beauty, anyone normal is Ugly”. and “Everybody gets to be supermodel gorgeous. What could be wrong with that?” — and Iremember thinking it was such a sick concept.
Because I’m not really into sci fi, dystopia, or any of those spoiled, rich-kid, sex-crazed YA novels that seem to have proliferated over the recent years, I didn’t buy the book. I added it to my BookMooch wishlist though, in case it would come up and I could find out what the fuss was about.
Shortly after, it did come up on BookMooch, and I got to mooch a copy. Then it was in my TBR for about a year when I decided to bring it with me on an out of town daytrip for a meeting with one of my clients a few weeks ago, and finally settled down to read it.