Some covers manage to inspire hope, encouragement, and professionalism. Others, like When You Can’t Pour From an Empty Glass, inspire only despair — and possibly the urge to recycle. This isn’t a book cover so much as a motivational poster that accidentally wandered...
It should be noted that the author changed the cover at the time of posting this review, changing the main character and familiar. Is it better - no, and you decide why it is just a bad if not worse. Just remember to see that the author name also morphed into...
Some book covers whisper “trust me, I’m professional.” Others bellow “science can be fun!” But Earn Your Own PHD doesn’t whisper or bellow — it shrieks in fluorescent neon with all the grace of a late-night infomercial for miracle cures. Let’s start with the title....
Ah, the “headless abs” romance cover. A proud tradition in publishing where men are reduced not to characters, not to personalities, but to a gleaming six-pack wrapped in plaid. Giddy-Up rides this overworked trope straight into graphic design purgatory, and boy, does...
Some covers whisper “romance.” Others scream it. And then there’s #ResortRomance, which hashtags it like a desperate influencer who just discovered Instagram Stories. Yes, folks — this isn’t just a love story. This is a trending topic brought to you by the fine folks...
Every once in a while, a cover comes along that makes you question not only the art of graphic design, but also the English language itself. The Night Plummer & The Mockemortician is one such marvel — a title and design combo so baffling, it feels less like a book...
Every once in a while, a cover comes along that makes you stop, tilt your head, and whisper, “Surely, this is parody?” And yet here we are, staring at Bred by the Minotaur — a book cover that manages to combine mythological gravitas with the energy of a cursed shadow...
If you’ve ever wondered what happens when biker gangs collide with clip art margaritas, wonder no more. Alice & Meg Summer Vacation is here to answer the question nobody asked: “What if Sons of Anarchy was redesigned by a teenager playing with Microsoft Paint and...
On first glance, this cover doesn’t whisper, it doesn’t speak, it doesn’t even shout. No, this cover screeches through a megaphone wrapped in polyester flowers: “LOOK AT ME, I’M SELF-AWARELY BAD ON PURPOSE!” We’ve got: A photo so grainy it looks like it was taken with...
Some covers whisper. Others scream. And then there’s Betrayed, which shows up to the fantasy party pounding on the door with a glowing horse head medallion and a fistful of broken glass shards, hollering: “LOOK AT ME, I’M SYMBOLISM!” The entire design hinges on one...