Title: Over Night
Author: Norman Bligh
Cover artist: uncredited
Yours for: $30
Best things about this cover:
- I can't believe they scrapped "HARLOT IN HER HEART" for this crappy title - it doesn't even make sense. If that kid is going to stay "overnight" at this lady's apartment, then "overnight" should be one word. Unless her name is "Night" and he's about to position himself "Over" her, in which case, tell me more ...
- "Gee, Miss McGillicuddy, your hair sure looks ... stable."
- "Uh, Miss McGillicuddy, I think you've lit the divan on fire with your cigarette. Here, I'll just put out the smoldering fabric with my shoe."
- "Miss McGillicuddy, ma'am, I know my gray streaks are odd for a kid my age, but could you not stare at me like that ... it's making me feel all nauseous and sweaty."
- OK, back to the title - it's not a phrase! If you Google "Over Night" you will be asked if you meant "overnight" - "No, I meant the famous novel by the author of SIN CHILD." Stupid Google.
Best things about this back cover:
- Regular Venus, Electric Venus, Regular Venus, Electric Venus...
OK, first, I flipped this book open to page one and this is the first phrase I read: "The raw liquid slid down her throat..." - so we're off to a good start.
Second, this book has PHOTOS!!!! Why have I never bothered to open this book until just this second?? They are all rich, these photos, but this one has to be my favorite:
They let you dress like that in prison? And what is she doing with those bars? Trying to give herself more cleavage?
Now, where was I? Page 123, right. This page begins a bonus, very short story at the end of the book (?) entitled "Kisses of Passion" (!) by Viola Cornett (!?). Here is the opposite-page photo:
And the opening paragraph:
Margie Peterson stared at her best friend in sheer disgust, as Bruce Carter went back into his private office and closed the door behind him. She said, "You're plumb crazy! Working nights for that guy won't get you anything but - work. Oh, I know you're nuts about him. But he's just a walking briefcase with a handsome face. Besides, he's engaged to the boss' daughter, remember?"
Margie was still honing her metaphor skills - she needed practice if she was ever going to head out onto the competitive metaphoring circuit.