I buy books based on their covers. I buy sports cars based on their curves. And, I buy wine based on its label. If I ran a winery and produced a wine, this would be it. If I ran a film company, this would be it. I'm even thinking about changing the name of my next book to this, with this exact cover. It says everything, doesn't it? Brings us back to a time when running to the end of a dock stretching into a endless summer's day lake, and launching into a hilarious cannonball was what it was all about. When I'm watching the diving at the Olympics, I'm always secretly hoping, during the tense finals, that the lead diver will plunge off the high platform and execute a perfect cannonball. Wouldn't that be joyous and life affirming? Yes it would.
Were you the one who jumped off the Wohler Bridge? I can't remember. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, Beth, it was Zack, Pat, and me. We didn't do cannonballs though. It was way too high.
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