Let me preface this post by saying that my critiques of these covers are in no way, shape or form a reflection on the author, the content or the publisher. I know the authors have very little, if any, control over the design. These are strictly my thoughts meant simply to be humorous and not insulting.
Happy Friday everyone! Work has been kicking my butt this week so I didn't have as much time as I'd hoped to scour the internet for the best of the worst covers to share with you all, but I wanted to do something to celebrate the weekend so I have a couple mini critiques for you. Sorry for the shortness, but I hope they at least make you giggle!
Ah, yes. We women are a crafty bunch aren't we? You just never know what we're going to do next. We often like to dye our hair blond on top and black underneath, dress in our finest lingerie-type dresses to emphasize our enormous (and also lumpy) breasts and curvy hips, and then run around in the night stabbing people with knives. We're just so silly like that.
I'm not sure if I take offense to this title or not, it seems to be implying that we're all saucy, murdering minxes and I'm pretty sure I don't fit in that category. I can't think of many women who do really. And she doesn't seem upset about her bloody knife in the least now does she? She's just hanging out in her clingy satin gown, thinking about stuff. Maybe she wants to run from the suit behind her, maybe she doesn't. Maybe she needs to go stab some more people, maybe she doesn't. So many options my friends! And we women are clearly unpredictable as this title so beautifully informs us, so who knows what's going on in our crazy little female minds. *Sigh*
Well, this is awkward isn't it? I feel like I've just walked in and interrupted...something I'm not sure I want to know anything about. I would just like to pose one small question. Why is she going to breastfeed a full grown man? This is just such a strange pose the way she's starting to pull her top down and has her hand wrapped around the back of his head to guide him to her soon-to-be-bared chest. It's just got a kind of mother/child vibe to it doesn't it? Maybe it's because he's lower to the ground than she is and his head is almost in her lap as she cradles him, but there's just something off about it for me.
I'm not the only one who finds this more creepy than sexy right? He seems just a touch too interested in her boobs, I can sense a fetish developing here. I feel like a voyeur staring at the two of them on their log/tree in the middle of their flowery field and I want to turn and walk away from this scene as fast as possible before that shirt gets any lower and any sort of lip action starts. Ew.