When I'm selecting a book to read/buy, I always look at the first review blurbs on the cover and on the back.
If the top reviews are from warm-weather cities, I'm less likely to buy/read it.
There's something in my heart that doesn't completely trust book reviewers in always-sunny places. They never have to find electricity-free entertainment during a blizzard. They don't wear corduroy, the most professor-like textile in the world (don't tell me you don't feel a little smarter when you wear it). They never get that pasty-white complexion from being indoors for months that the rest of us get during the winter (and which, I'll admit, I have year-round). I have a sneaking suspicion that constant 80-degree temps soften the old noggin a bit.
Chicago, New York, Boston, London, Minneapolis, (what the hell, but to a lesser extent) Denver? Fetch my reading specs and bring it on!
Miami, Los Angeles, Palm Springs, San Diego, Houston? Meh.
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