It could be worse . . . except when it couldn't.

Yeek.

It's nearly eleven o'clock in the morning on the west coast and I've just realised I haven't blogged on my allotted day. What a typical start to a new year.

So here's a word-light, pic-heavy look at some book jackets. Forgive me.

I do pay attention to book jackets. I like a waxy or sugar-almond finish - not shiny - and I've got a soft-spot for a jacket where the design is almost all in the font. Like this recent addition to my TBR pile:



Isn't it lovely? It's about an agony aunt during WWII,...