...is in the eye of the Blogholder
We're not the only ones discussing bad cover art. A blog called "Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels" recently posted some very funny send-ups of some old romance covers.
Of course, one (or two, including me) can't help but notice that one of the covers is mine.
Here's what they posted regarding a dear older book of mine: Surrender to Love.
"Sarah: I do this pose in yoga. It's not very comfortable. I believe it's called "Sage pose," and it's designed to squeeze the organs to release toxins from your body as you stretch and twist the spine. She's doing quite a twist, there - looks like her upper body is almost 180 degrees from her lap. She's squeezing something out. I wonder if he's a giant blonde toxin that emerged from her left ear? Either way, that vest is certainly toxic enough to cause expulsion."
Yes. Amusing.
Yes, but... how easy to forget you can't judge a book by its cover.
(How easy? Very. Even I, I confess, have sometimes passed on a book because of the cover.)
But wait, look what some bright angel posted in the comments!
"...you know what's saddest of all? That Edith Layton book ROCKS. It's not as good as the other two in the series but it's still way, way, WAY better than the average historical.Edith Layton is severely underrated. If you haven't read her, you must, but don't do the C series that got her famous. That's not as good as the earlier series, like this one--or maybe the ones set in NY.
Sigh. This cover is almost as bad as the Fabio Kinsale cover.
-- Posted by kate r on 05/31 at 07:08 AM"
Wait, did I ever get famous?
Wish someone woulda told me.
Well in any case, thank you Kate, from the bottom of my heart, for coming to the rescue of a author's ego in distress.