When I went to the bookstore to select a book to take on vacation I had a list with me. To prevent me from becoming distracted by covers. I am quite easily led astray by colors and fonts and a catchy title. Which is perfectly acceptable of course, but not when you only want to carry one book with you on a plane.
I had just picked out these three and sat down to do the "does the first line draw you in" test, when the most marvelous thing happened. A smallish black cat came right over, twined around my legs a few times, looked me straight in the eye, and leapt onto my lap. He turned around exactly three times, found just the right position, and proceeded to settle in. On my lap. Approximately 7 pounds of purring warmth. I melted. Into a pile of goo. Right there in the bookstore.
I bought all three books. Of course.