Hqn Vintage: Virgin with Butterflies
Oct. 11th, 2009 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jmc_bksAs a general rule, I tend to enjoy Harlequin's vintage cover art. Bought some old Harlequin romances from the local UBS earlier this year: they were a hoot, really, and the cover art was beautiful and different. No swooning embraces, but heroines engaged in their daily, professional activities. Haven't read any of the newly republished vintage Harlequin books -- NOT romances, but mysteries or hardboiled adventures. At B&N, this one caught my attention, not only because of the title -- virgins in titles back in the 50s! -- but because of the cover art. The colors in the background caught my eye, but then I realized that those butterflies were a little...strange. Disembodied heads with butterfly wings sprouting out of their ears! Who in the art department thought that was a good idea?
Of course, I'm not a particular fan of hardboiled type mysteries, and I hate reading about "gals" and "gents", so I'm probably not the prime audience for this book. But you might be. An excerpt is available here if you're interested.
ETA: when I Googled the title of the book to get the link and art, the predictive/popular searches beginning with "virgin with" came up with "virgin with HIV", "virgin with HPV", "virgin with STDs", etc. Oh, the power of the Google.
She's a smooth blonde with enough real glamour not to need makeup—especially when she's in tight white satin. She's honest and sort of naïve, but she knows how to get a man or get rid of a wolf.
She's a cigarette girl in a spot just off Chicago's loop, but she's about to start really going places. As she goes, she collects an Indian raja, an amorous sheikh and a mysterious gentleman reputed to be the Rockefeller of Burma. These gents are after something, chasing the gal around the world to get it, and it ain't hay. That's where her butterflies come in—they flutter hard, warning her when she's scared or propositioned, and they're working overtime. Effectively?—read the book and find out.
She's a cigarette girl in a spot just off Chicago's loop, but she's about to start really going places. As she goes, she collects an Indian raja, an amorous sheikh and a mysterious gentleman reputed to be the Rockefeller of Burma. These gents are after something, chasing the gal around the world to get it, and it ain't hay. That's where her butterflies come in—they flutter hard, warning her when she's scared or propositioned, and they're working overtime. Effectively?—read the book and find out.
I might've bought a copy of the book (proving that I cannot go a month without buying books) for the WTF-factor of the cover alone if the first few pages hadn't been so painful to read.
Of course, I'm not a particular fan of hardboiled type mysteries, and I hate reading about "gals" and "gents", so I'm probably not the prime audience for this book. But you might be. An excerpt is available here if you're interested.
ETA: when I Googled the title of the book to get the link and art, the predictive/popular searches beginning with "virgin with" came up with "virgin with HIV", "virgin with HPV", "virgin with STDs", etc. Oh, the power of the Google.
