In my thought, a book reviewer was sitting in front of a pile of books, trying to decide which ones to review. Coming upon mine, the reviewer looked at the cover skeptically, about to fling it aside, then flipped to the author photo and became confused. How could a book with a cover that beautiful have an author photo that ugly (in a good way)? The reviewer decided, right then, that my book deserved attention.
Pre-empting the cover-judgment of her latest book, Amanda Filipacchi takes her author photo into her own hands and writes about the experience for the Times‘s Sunday Review.
