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Observation: Hair Covers

I love airport bookstores. They're like Cliff Notes of the book publishing industry, and I'm always fascinated about what books they stock.

I spent a lot of time in the Phoenix International Airport yesterday, and my tour of the Borders therein showed me something: Hair, especially hair on the back of the head, is big in book covers:




I have no idea why. Maybe it's the jet lag, but I can't figure out why this is a hot trend. I'm guessing a back of the head book hit big somewhere along the line. Even John Grisham's on the bandwagon:


So what's with all the hair? I think it's important to note that I didn't see the Allison Winn Scotch cover in the bookstore, but on her blog when she noted that the cover changed for the paperback version of the book (the original cover, which I loved, is here).

So, tell me what you think: what's with all the hair?

Comments

Hi, Jen,

If you're still reading and reviewing books, I hope you do one from another Jersey girl, namely me. My novel is a mystery/romantic suspense thriller entitled THE INFERNO COLLECTION, published by Five Star/Gale in hardcover, June 2007. A new large print edition will be published by Wheeler in September. A lot of libraries currently carry the novel. Hope you decide to read and comment on it.
Trish Ryan said…
I think it's the new way to do the faceless picture that has been so popular...for awhile it was just legs & bodies, then it was half the face cut off, now they just turn the model around. Feet will be big next, that's my prediction :)

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