NEAR EDGWARE - front cover? Well, maybe.
Dad parked in front of the white stone entrance. Even here I could see things had changed. On the new school crest a beast with sharp teeth and raised claws stood on two legs, it glared down at the visitors to school.
There are a few technically incorrect details with the image I picked for the front cover of my book but I couldn't get an picture of an heraldic wolf looking over his shoulder this way. The school shield is missing too. Blast! I'm glad publishers employ designers, they earn their weight in gold. I'd be happy to part with a little of mine - once I have any. : )
When I was catching up with Blog reading - I've been too ill, coughing, to keep awake long enough to read - ah, poor me! Now I can't find where I read about front covers!! But I've thought of nothing else since!!! I'll stop with the incremental exclamation marks now - sorry.
In the days before writing, when I was unhampered by the "quota of books in your chosen genre that must be read" dictate, I would forage through libraries and book shops in search of something to read.
I dreaded finding a "new" author because I knew I'd read everything they'd written - addictively - but I loved it too.
I would wander, wide-eyed, amongst the bright, the shiny and the shocking images - scanning for the cover that called to me loudest.
Sometimes it was the author's name, occasionally it would be clever word-play in the title but mostly it was the image.
The large, simple, interesting image that suggested rather than stated what lay within the pages dragged me into the author's web.