A small clay sculpture
from the Old Babylonian Period (1900-1700 B.C.)
found at Ur in Sumer (Iraq),
There you have it.
Leg-over romance covers have a long history.
You must know the ones: She's falling out of a gorgeous dress, her head's thrown back, her long hair blowing in wild defiance to the prevailing winds. He's half-naked, his broad chest rippling with muscles and man-titty as he bends her over his knee, with one hand on her bare thigh.
Sadly, my skirts are never so accommodating in a clinch.
But I have to confess.
I like that tawdry, vivid artwork.
I don't care for the two-dimensional, stick-figure covers.They're prissy. Pallid. Without passion.
Give me the lush, impossible, cover-story fantasy.
Besides, they're fun to make fun of.
Though our beloved Snarkling Clean has put their acerbic pen in storage, every Monday, StarvingWriteNow sharpens one of her own.
Yesterday evening, Francis, our jolly-giant parcel-postman, braved the storm to deliver a box of books into my surprised and eager hands.
It wasn't the ice on our doorstep that made me fall and clutch at his feet.
I have indulged in a form of fetishism ever since, fondling the spines and covers of Weirdly: A Collection of Strange Stories(Tales).
I would like to hold a contest with a copy of the collection as the prize.
As yet I have no idea what kind of contest -- whether I should take a page out of Jason's book and have a writing contest of some sort, or just take the lazy route and do a simple draw of names.
Which kind of contest do you prefer?