Top Ten Tuesday: Cover Redesigns I’ve Loved & Hated

Ever wake up in the morning and there’s a cat in your tea cupboard? Somewhere between 5:30 and 6, somewhere between waking and dreaming, and all you want is a cup of jasmine tea. Then you hear a slight rustling and a quiet meow, and Mr. Sinatra delicately steps passed the tins and infusers to look you in the eye as if to say, “Why, human?”

So here we are, another Tuesday, another Top Ten. This week is all about cover redesigns. As anyone who reads knows, covers can be hit or miss. Sometimes a beautiful cover hides a disappointing story *coughWatchmakerofFiligreeStreetcough*, and sometimes a less then stellar cover conceals the greatest of tales, like Red, White & Royal Blue.

This was especially true in the seventies and eighties, when stock art seemed to be rampant and all of it was incredibly dated and horrid. Lurid images of swarthy white guys with veiny muscles and women in literal ripped bodices aside, we’ve now moved into an era of lurid pinks with poorly written titles scrawled across the front, but I digress. I don’t usually read that sort of stuff anyway…

*brandishes her wireless mouse* Come with me, if you dare…