Michelle Styles sent me a link to this hilarity that is a celebrity-laden video promoting the Year of Reading. Michelle’s (and my) favorite is the “bloke in a bar reading from a Harlequin Presents.”
Michelle tells me that as part of the Year of Reading, she is going to be the Writer in Residence for Northumberland, which is so very, very cool.
I’d like to suggest a similar program here in the US of A, wherein we all take a year off, just for reading. Anyone...? Anyone...? No?
Bollocks.
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JP, why are you here if you dislike romance? That certainly seems to be the case from your comments.
Feel free to take your genre-sneering (because every genre has a formulaic requirement equivalent to the HEA) elsewhere.
Does it count as “worst cover” when it’s really just “worst title”? I mean… ugh!
What makes it “worst cover” for me is that the image doesn’t fit the title.
[…]Many know of and give credit to Louis C. Tiffany for his masterpieces in stained glass, which came from his studio in New York.[…]
Does it count as “worst cover” when it’s really just “worst title”? I mean… ugh!
I’m still looking at the second-prize winner, and wondering which ass let Clay Aiken and Calista Flockhart pose for the cover of a romance novel.
