I have seen her face countless times now, peering out from the book jacket with hope in her eyes, or is that sadness? Or courage? There is definitely something in her eyes, an emotive quality that speaks to the reader and says "know me and you will understand!" No wonder then, that so many jacket designers have seen her and stuck her on their books.
Who are you mysterious Cover Girl, with your chocolate drop eyes, freckled nose and slightly pouty lips? She seems rather lovely, if a little pensive. I wonder if she has seen terrible things in her tender years; whether she doesn't smile, not because the photographer asked her to be that way, but because she knows things that no young person should know?
Come forth little Cover Girl - I will be your friend! We shall tumble in autumn leaves on the heath! We shall make snow angels and then wrap our mittened hands around mugs of hot chocolate! And then, as the night grows dark we shall huddle up in our sleeping bags and talk about make-up and boys!
Oh Cover Girl. I hope you are real and not the crazy whacked out imaginings of some nerdy teen with too much time on his hands and access to photoshop.
If you are out there, find me.