I emailed him back that I really loved the one of the girl blowing on the dandelion. Isn’t that a great cover? Wouldn’t you pick that book up?
Honestly, sometimes I think they ask me what I like just to insure they don’t pick that one. It’s sort of like clothes shopping with my teenage children. They ask me which outfit I like best in order not to buy it–because hey, if their mom likes it, it obviously isn’t cool.
Here’s where they’re headed now. And I don’t mind them either . . . it’s just not the one I loved.