I’ve never loved a book by its cover. But… the Universe and the NYC Public Library can probably tell you all sorts of tales of just how much I’ve lusted after a book cover (or 13). Not just because said covers show how good use of one’s “imagination can change the world”, as my darling Neil Gaiman has suggested, but also because some book covers tell stories all by themselves.
Take the cover of Lost Naked Furious, by Nils Ödlund, as an example. Am I the only one intrigued by the creature on the cover (and her glorious hair)? We must wait until Nov 27th to meet her, but in celebration of her arrival, Nils is offering the first two books in the series for free here and here (for 3 days).
Do I even have to say anything about the cover and title of Neil Gaiman’s Art Matters? I did not think so… I mean, who can look at that ready-to-battle fist and pencil, and not think, Let’s create and experience some art that roars!
Then comes the talent of Michelle Kennedy on the cover of The Trouble with Wanting, and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales, by Rommy Cortez-Driks. A wee glance into the eyes of the charming crone on the cover leaves most of us (ok, me) with a feeling that shouts, “I bet she’s made of more than sugar and spice and all sorts of things that probably aren’t always nice.” Nope, my Luvs, you don’t have to take my word for it, the truth is spelled clear in “What’s a Little Blood to a Mother’s Heart?”
So, my Wicked Luvs, have you ever read a book because of its cover? I have. That is how my love affair with One Hundred Years of Solitude began: I was tempted by its outside… then, forever fascinated by the tale told in its insides.