As a book reviewer and publicist, I see hundreds of pain-inducing book covers on selfies/indies a day. I flinch whenever I see something especially bad, and am tempted to 1) curse 2) judge (the book by its cover) and/or 3) send a scathing email to the publisher asking why on earth this was allowed to be published and what makes them think ____ is acceptable to the public eye ever. This blog sort of relieves me of my very very bad impulses, doing everything I never had the balls to do. Rock on!
I am glad I can act as a wish fulfillment proxy, and I shall endeavor to rock on.