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Vintage is re-releasing six of Iris Murdoch's novels with fabulous new covers. The covers are beautiful, bright, enchanting; colors and shapes caress your eye. The covers alone are a reason to want to make some new book purchases.

Which brings me to my point. Sometimes, smug people like to say, "Don't judge a book by its cover." Or, in the words of the irritating new Mary Poppins, "The cover is not the book."

To that I'd like to say: The cover is also not *not* the book. It's fine to value a beautiful cover. I could not read Ann Patchett's essays when they were in galley form, because that form was not aesthetically pleasing. But I do have the essays in their Harper Perennial paperback form, and suddenly I'm in love.

My nominees for the three best covers in recent history:

*Ottessa Moshfegh, "My Year of Rest and Relaxation." The shocking pink lettering was justly celebrated--for the way it conflicted with the Jane Austen-ish cover image. Weird and just as effective as the book itself.

*Ann Patchett (hello again!), "Commonwealth." When the hardcover cover becomes the paperback cover, you know you have an effective image. Those oranges--linked with a memorable first scene in the novel--seem luscious and elegant and flawless (just as the writing is, also, all of the above).

*Andrew Rannells, "Too Much Is Not Enough." A photo to die for. Is it possible to have a book cover that makes you laugh? If so, this is the one.

Those are just my favorites. Your nominees are welcome here!

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  1. I just tetxed you a fabulous book cover

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  2. Yes, I agree. It reminds me of a Stephen King pulpy cover for a novel called "Joyland." I like when a cover has a tagline!

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