… here’s a real Pink Carnation artifact: the Lost Cover of Pink I.
Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it? Having a lost anything imparts such a lovely air of antiquity and myth-making, like the lost city of Atlantis or the lost subway stations hidden among the tunnels beneath the city of New York.
And I’m not even making it up. Pink I really does have its own lost pictoral history, a cover that flourished for two brief months before being consigned to the scrap heap. Et voila:
Different, isn’t it? It tells its own little historical story. When the advance copies were being printed up, way back in 2003, chick lit was all the rage and every book cover boasted a trendy bag. By the time the advance copies had shipped, the fickle favor of style had shifted and chick lit, like an aging royal mistress, was no longer chic. To be honest, although I do like the bag of the girl on the original cover (and the lovely leather book), I was delighted when my publisher made a snap decision to switch to this cover:
What do you think?