So I realized something about myself recently, and as the title of this post suggests, I'm guilty of missing the sometimes pathetically obvious. Perhaps one of my worst offences relates to book covers and not seeing what's right in front of me. Really, it's almost like looking at those pictures that you have to practically cross your eyes to see the image hidden in them.
Okay, not really. I'm just unobservant, unseeing, oblivious...you get the idea.
Exhibit A: Bitterblue by Kristin Cashore
I read Kristin Cashore's Bitterblue some time ago after winning an ARC of it. And yet somehow I failed to notice THE FACE behind the keys. I mean, really?! The eyeball is dead center in the key ring. Not to mention both Graceling and Fire employ the same technique on their covers as well. (The face in the sword and the face above the bow respectively.) I was visiting some blog or another yesterday and was kind of scanning the post when my eyes fell on the eyeball staring right back at me. I actually went over to my bookshelf to pick up my copy and verify that it did in fact have a face there too. (Because who knows, maybe the ARC didn't have the face or something? I don't know.)
Exhibit B: What's Left of Me by Kat Zhang
So this week was kind of a two-fer (good gravy, I hate that expression) for feeling like a bit of a tool where cover discoveries were concerned. I was talking on the phone with my sister, visiting some blog or another again, when I finally saw it—the two heads. Or rather, the forward facing head and the silhouette of an upturned head. How on earth did I miss that?! Every time I saw this cover I focussed on the the fact that we're shown what could be considered a fragment of a face, which seemed fitting given the title. Not even once did I notice the silhouetted profile. How do you miss something like that?
What's left of me? A lingering sense of embarrassment and idiocy, that's what.
Exhibit C: Delirium by Lauren Oliver
Well, would you look at that? It's another hidden face on the original cover of Lauren Oliver's Delirium. On the one hand, I read this on a Kobo where it appeared black & white and wasn't overly clear. But on the other hand, I saw this book sitting on the shelves at Indigo multiple times before it finally clicked, so really I have no excuse for failing to spot the obvious. I was visiting my sister's place, picked up her hardcopy of the book and almost dropped it when I saw what I'd thus far been missing. It's actually a little bit creepy, when you think about it. Like realizing that somebody's been watching you without your knowledge. (Okay, the latter is WAY more creepy than the former.)
All I can say is that I must have been delirious when I missed the face behind the words.
And then there was the time that I missed about 3/4 of the Snow White references in Sydney White the first time I watched it. (Despite the fact that it was called Sydney White. Blatantly obvious, right?) Altogether now: DUUUUUUHHHH!!! O_o