At a library sale yesterday, I picked up a whole heap of old historical novels, many of them from the 1950's and 1960's. One of them was
The Last Love, a 1963 novel by Thomas Costain about Napoleon's exile. I hadn't heard of it before, but I've read Costain's
The Three Edwards, and this looked interesting, so I grabbed it. Only when I was admiring my stack of books later in the evening did I see what a gem I'd found, because of this picture of the author on the dust jacket:
A man eating dinner with his cat (and judging from the size of that feline, that cat's enjoyed a lot of authorial leftovers). Now isn't that a lot more fun than the usual solemn author photograph?
Speaking of authors' bodies, I was looking at the searches via which people have reached my website and found this one:
susan s thigh stories
I hope the person who came to my website thusly wasn't too disappointed, but I very much suspect he was.
I was looking at the searches via which people have reached my website and found this one
ReplyDeleteYou mentioned a really funny search that led someone to your site a few months ago - something like 'freckles Hugh', if I remember correctly? :)
What a great photo! (And an enormous moggy!)
ReplyDeleteI haven't come across any search terms related to my sites as interesting--or strange--as that one of yours!
That looks like one very privileged (and large) cat.
ReplyDeleteI still have people reaching my site via searching "headless women" on Google every couple days. Scary.
Alianore, yup, it was "Hugh freckles" all right! (And a lot of people come from your blog to my site!)
ReplyDeleteMargaret, I had to look up "moggy," but now that I know the word, it seems a perfect word for my four cats, two of which are on the rotund side.
Sarah, I hope your "headless women" Googlers aren't too put out.