

by SB Sarah • Friday, April 27, 2007 at 07:30 AM
Can you believe I forgot to upload covers? Bad Sarah, bad! In all that onomatopoeic wonderment, I forget the other images that make me cringe - our ever ready supply of snark worthy covers.
Bitchery reader Mary sent us this fine cover:
Sarah: Sunshine… on my buttcheeks… makes me look gay!
Hiding… that I’m so gay… makes me cry!
Sunshine...on the water...reflects my manhood!
Do it...with this woman? You must be high.
Candy: The cover itself isn’t particularly awful, but placing the words “Losing control is the ultimate rush” RIGHT BY THIS GUY’S SPHINCTER… Look, one word comes to mind, and that word is “Tubgirl.” (Google that image with the Safesearch filters off. I dare you.) But once again, props to Harlequin for being on the bleeding edge of romance. I honestly never expected them to be an advocate for brown shower love stories. I just pity the unsuspecting swimmers who dip into those waters right after he and his light o’ love are done, uh, losing control.
Librarian and Bitchery member Erin sent us this stunning example:
Sarah: This guy right here, he is thinking fondly of Mr. Coming Undone up there, and by “fondly” I mean, he completely wants to undone that dude’s pants and find out if the front is as fine as the view of the back end.
But alas, he is also jealous, because unlike Mr. Undone, this man has not mastered the faux enthusiasm for the potential sexx0ring of those pesky breasted breeder-types.
Candy: Here at Smart Bitches who Love Trashy Books, we bring you only the latest and most cutting-edge of love story trends. The next hot thing? Callous indifference romances. If you love brutal, passionate alpha heroes, wait till you meet this new breed of Millennium Man! We like to call him Homo Obliviens, or the Omega Hero (not to be confused with the Omega Man). If you thought scenes in which the hard-edged hero breaks down, confesses his love and admits the power the heroine wields over him were hot, wait till you read the scenes in which the Omega Hero is finally moved to acknowledge the heroine’s presence with a puzzled tilt of his head and a listless “Oh, you’re still here? Uh, cool. Wait, what’s your name again?” It will have you in tears, I tell you. IN TEARS.
And as always, LadyRhian delivers a world of hurt. Seriously. The hurt, it is worldwide. Also pants.
Sarah: Ah, yes, The Katie Holmes Story: A Not-So-Safe-Haven. About three quarters into the story, the Tom Cruise figure will stop fondling her hair to verify its strength and resilience. He’ll just yank it out of her head to weave birthing nests for the little aliens that will burst out of her eyesockets to breed upon the earth.
Candy: Yoicks. Aidan Quinn, why has thou fallen so low?

04.27.07 at 03:16 PM |