After our first three guesses proved incorrect, we gave up trying to figure out the identity of the pseudonymous Lisa Jackson, but when our copy finally showed up in the mail earlier this week, we at least had a pretty good idea what books her jacket designer’s was looking at during the, you should pardon the expression, prep stages.
If you ever spot something like this, by the way, tell us about it. Unless it’s about fragmented body parts on chick-lit books, because I have my limits, even for a genre I love.