
I had an interesting, and very literal, reminder of how true that old expression can be. This week I finished two books with very different art covers. "Hush, Hush" has a beautiful image an angel falling while losing his wings. The cover is in shades of grey except for a few red feathers above the angel. The book didn't live up to the cover. At least not to me. The next book I read has an awful cover. I'm not sure I can describe what I didn't like about it but it shows a woman (the heroine of the story) on the cover in a stance that seems a bit... well, raunchy is the only word that springs to mind. If it weren't for the positive reviews, I don't think I would have even picked this book up off the shelf. Don't get me wrong, the book wasn't amazing but it was certainly better than the cover would indicate. It's not often you get hit over the head with such an obvious example of an old adage.