Books 271-275

Remember all those times
I've started posts
commenting on how awkward
a cover was?

Well,
I was wrong.
So very, very wrong.

This is awkward.


You try doing it with someone
while you're both doing handstands,
in a cave,
and tell me it's not awkward.
That is officially the new definition of awkward.

Ms. Colette is back,
with another elegant cover.



I wish my life was made up of line ink drawings.
I have a feeling I would spend a lot more time
sitting in cafés,
staring moodily out of windows
at the rain.
I would also have a Victorian umbrella
leaning against my chair.
I believe those are a
prerequisite
for staring out of windows at the rain.

I have two big questions about this next cover.


One:
Where are the trees?
Those all look like vines and random foliage to me.
Two:
What type of beans are they?
(The follow up question to this is:
Do jumping beans come from jumping trees?
If so,
that sounds dangerous.)

Take a good look at
Mr. Anderson's book.


Now tell me,
is that a fried egg hanging off of that tree?
This does seem to be a day of many questions.

Our last book is a double repeat offender,
even though you can't tell it from the cover.

It's Nickel Mountain again.
Mr. Gardner seems to be racking up the posts here.
I think he's going to give Mr. Trudeau
a run for his money.
What do you think?