Certain people are like glossy hardback books with strong spines. As you turn the pages you quickly see through the lines, plenty to say, no substance.
Certain people a good Gothic novel. Always a horror story to tell, lives full of operatic suspense. A disaster, death or impending illness often nearby.
Some people liken a Romantic paperback, they live for love, fairy tales in modernity: Cinderella meets Prince Charming only to find out he ran off with Snow White. Cinderella confides in Rapunzel, they fall in love, marry and adopt Hansel and Gretel, who were orphans, due to poor parental care. They all live happily and unhappily ever after. The story never ends.
Some a good Science Fiction novel, believing in nothing and everything, tomorrow’s world is only a quantum leap away.
There are those who are simply autobiographical, everything is based upon fact, from their own perspective. It is surreality their reality.
Each of us have a story, a cover for the world to see, characters we call our friends and families. We the protagonists, of our own lives, narrate our way through the chapters of life, avoiding the antagonists, we sometimes receive bad reviews. Taking such into account; we do well to remember, it is advisable not to judge a book by its cover.