Sarah: Lord of what Border? The border between creepy and haughty? The border between “fashionably long” and “dude, get a haircut?”
I’ve never a seen a cover that actually strove for a physical embodiment of “looking down your nose” and nailed it so well.
Candy: If the border this dude’s the Lord of marks the end of Good Taste, may I gently suggest that he not fling himself OVER it with quite so much enthusiasm, and with such a supercilious look on his face?
Sarah: Oh, thank God he already has a mate. And given her dead-eyed stare, she doesn’t care that he’s all sneering at her. Or maybe he’s looking down at her off-center, oddly-shaped breasts.
Either way, I am glad that she and her curling iron can go live with him. If I owned these too books, I’d put them on a shelf facing each other so they can gaze fishily at each other in perpetuity.
Candy: It’s sad when a publisher can’t afford live models any more and has to resort to Realdolls (LINK NOT WORK-SAFE) for their covers. I wonder if the photographer gets to keep her during weekends as a perk?
Sarah: No subtlety here. That wild western desire is actually pretty far south, if you catch my meaning. I think she caught it, anyway.
OK, I didn’t really resist that hard.
Sarah: Hope the renegade has enough money for a waving iron because you know her hair is going to go flat if they spend more time outside in the humidity.
But judging from his hairdo, I think he spends his renegade paycheck on some Dippity Do for his own sweet self. And maybe he uses it for his hair… or maybe not.
Candy: This guy is a true renegade because he dares to wear his shirt unbuttoned to his waist. That sort of boldness isn’t something you learn, it’s something you’re BORN with.
Hey, d’you think he has his eyes closed to shield his poor retinas from the searing fuchsia monstrosity the woman has on?