I mentioned a few days ago that I advocate judging a book by its cover, particularly if you've got little or nothing else to go on. I also mentioned (and have been verbally and electronically pilloried for doing so ever since) that I found every woman on earth's favorite book rather boring.
With all that in mind, something about this little work of literature caught my attention. Now that's a good title: it's simple, to the point, grabs your attention, and tells you roughly what to expect from the book.
I thank Kathleen K. and Eric (separately) for the pointer.
By the by, Tyler Cowen, who reads an obscene amount, has some very interesting things to say about judging a book by its cover.