You Can Tell a Book by Its Cover
My "review" copy of my novel, Worlds Apart, arrived at my office today and I tore the mailing box open like my 2-year-old granddaughter did on Christmas. And when I had it in my hands, it was like...hey, that's the wrong cover! For crying out loud, they put the wrong cover on it!
I'm exaggerating. The cover originally had the title and my name. I added "A Novel" between the title and my name, and iUniverse, which has done a fabulous job so far, somehow sent the wrong version of my cover to the printer. But this is why they send you a copy before they begin printing. It will be fixed.
I really like the cover, too, which I enjoyed helping to design. I've seen it on my computer monitor, but holding the book and seeing the cover, with it's ghosting of the title and its watercolor-like hues and images of an exotic place made me want to open up the book. So I did. And I read a little of it. It was weird. I wrote it, but it wasn't mine anymore.
The cover of the book was "worlds apart" from the untouchable image on my computer screen. And it opened to those crisp white pages peppered with all those black words. It was mine, but it wasn't. Very strange feeling. I enjoyed every minute of it.
I hope you will.
I'm exaggerating. The cover originally had the title and my name. I added "A Novel" between the title and my name, and iUniverse, which has done a fabulous job so far, somehow sent the wrong version of my cover to the printer. But this is why they send you a copy before they begin printing. It will be fixed.
I really like the cover, too, which I enjoyed helping to design. I've seen it on my computer monitor, but holding the book and seeing the cover, with it's ghosting of the title and its watercolor-like hues and images of an exotic place made me want to open up the book. So I did. And I read a little of it. It was weird. I wrote it, but it wasn't mine anymore.
The cover of the book was "worlds apart" from the untouchable image on my computer screen. And it opened to those crisp white pages peppered with all those black words. It was mine, but it wasn't. Very strange feeling. I enjoyed every minute of it.
I hope you will.
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