From Handguns to Paintbrushes: A Memoir of Self-Destruction, Rock Bottom, Hope, Change, and Love
The art’s not the real problem; it’s the type.
From Handguns to Paintbrushes: A Memoir of Self-Destruction, Rock Bottom, Hope, Change, and Love
The art’s not the real problem; it’s the type.
You should only do this if you hate your cover artist. And maybe not even then.
And I shall further horrify you with the first line from the book:
Where does one begin, at the beginning will be the reply from all the smarties in the group, of course the beginning so he we are.
There’s almost a purity in the way that this author doesn’t let her cover image impact her chosen layout.
Free as a Bird in a Healing Garden: A romance with a twist
Ooh! A plot twist? No one’s ever thought of one of THOSE before!