Confessions Of A Cover Snob

I admit it, I’m a cover snob. Which is especially funny considering that the majority of my reading resides firmly in the genre categories of fiction; not an area known for getting the best cover treatments.  But my ventures into the wilds of non-fiction and literary fiction are often purely the result of great design and pretty, eye-catching colors calling to me from a shelf. In fact, I've developed die-hard publisher loyalties purely because I like the way their books look on my bookshelves at home. I mean, is it really so wrong to own every edition of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland because the covers are all so gorgeous?

It’s easy to love the good covers. It’s the bad covers that cause me problems. Or design changes. MY favorite series of all time¹ went through a publisher change after the first four books, and while I will continue to purchase them, I’m always sad that the first four books are gorgeously designed trade paperbacks, the next four are meh looking mass markets and the rest are all reasonably well done hardcovers. In another instance, a favorite author has three series, each one progressively more poorly designed than the one before it. In fact, the newest one² looks like something a first-time Photoshop user could achieve in a couple of hours.

I once worked a panel of four very well-known and well-loved supernatural romance authors. A question was posed about cover design, I believe in regards to how much control the authors had in the design process, and it led to one of the authors recounting a time when a design was submitted for her newest series. When her publisher asked for her feedback she informed them that it was a nice design but her protagonist wasn’t a redhead like the woman pictured on the cover, she was a brunette. The publisher’s response? Oh, they knew, but the redhead looked better and was more likely to sell copies.

One of my favorite books of 2014³ recently came to paperback with a major cover design change. It’s gone from a graphic symbolic interpretation of a key element in the story to a very literal interpretation of the title. I know, as a bookseller and as an at least semi-intelligent human, that the choice was cooked up by a marketing department somewhere to boost sales. I also know, as a bookseller and as an avid reader, that they have actually narrowed their audience by doing so.
And don’t get me started on movie tie-in covers. Ugh.

You’re probably all eager to know that titles I’m talking about. Well I’m not going to tell you.^* Call it protecting the innocent if you will. I’m not going to encourage judging a book by its cover. I’m just going to silently, or at full volume if you were to ask my long-suffering coworkers, seethe about poor design choices and keep praying to the various deities of publishing that it stops because I’m a cover snob.

*I originally wrote this post with the intention of it being published elsewhere, so I left it intentionally vague for professional reasons which do not extend to this blog, so here are the titles:

1 - The Mary Russell series by Laurie R. King
2 - Prudence (The Custard Protocol series) by Gail Carriger
3 - The Girl in the Road by Monica Byrne

Book Style: How To Be A Woman

I don't know why it took me so long to actually read How To Be a Woman by Caitlin Moran. I kept looking at it and going "Me. This book was written for me," but it never quite made it to the top of my reading pile. Honestly, this is the funniest, most honest, and personally resonating book I've read in ages. It's quite literally laugh-out-loud funny. I had to stop reading it in public because my poker face is nonexistent and when I'm amused my face apparently looks like an oasis of happiness to complete strangers who never let me get back to my reading once they inquire about it... sorry, personal rant. Not that I'm opposed to discussing the glory that is Ms. Moran's book. In fact, we can discuss it for ages. We can discuss all the books written by kickass women all the time. And if by some modern miracle Caitlin - it's cool if I call you "Caitlin" right? -  is reading this right now, please know I will gladly and proudly call myself a strident feminist anytime, anywhere, anywhen.

I really just wanted to recreate Caitlin's cover look: Red and white polka dot dress, black cardigan, black tights, brown boots, and a black belt. Of course, I did add some of my own touches, mostly inspired by the book and the subject material. I had to include some wicked eyeliner since that is a staple of Caitlin's makeup repertoire and mine as well. The hat is a whimsical touch, one I deemed necessary because I love hats, and, let's face it, we don't all have hair as fab as Caitlin's. A simple yet sweet "Feminist" pin that I really want to adorn all my bags (yes plural, I might have a tote bag addiction, so what? back off!) "Rock n' Roll" guitar pick earrings, "Rock n' Roll Nugget" bracelet, and a microphone necklace are a nod to Caitlin's career as a music journalist and television presenter.  I think the phone case should be pretty self-explanatory. "Bad Romance" nail lacquer (look at the sparkle!) is a bit of an homage to one of Caitlin's and my feminist idols - Lady Gaga. Finally, although they should go on first, is this bra and panty set. It's from Lonely Lingerie which advocates women wearing pretty knickers for themselves and they are high-waisted, architectural wonders that even Ms. Moran would approve of for their bum-coverage and practicality.

Have you read it? What did you think?