At a library sale yesterday, I picked up a whole heap of old historical novels, many of them from the 1950’s and 1960’s. One of them was The Last Love, a 1963 novel by Thomas Costain about Napoleon’s exile. I hadn’t heard of it before, but I’ve read Costain’s The Three Edwards, and this looked interesting, so I grabbed it. Only when I was admiring my stack of books later in the evening did I see what a gem I’d found, because of this picture of the author on the dust jacket:
A man eating dinner with his cat (and judging from the size of that feline, that cat’s enjoyed a lot of authorial leftovers). Now isn’t that a lot more fun than the usual solemn author photograph?
Speaking of authors’ bodies, I was looking at the searches via which people have reached my website and found this one:
susan s thigh stories
I hope the person who came to my website thusly wasn’t too disappointed, but I very much suspect he was.
I was looking at the searches via which people have reached my website and found this one
You mentioned a really funny search that led someone to your site a few months ago – something like ‘freckles Hugh’, if I remember correctly? 🙂
What a great photo! (And an enormous moggy!)
I haven’t come across any search terms related to my sites as interesting–or strange–as that one of yours!
That looks like one very privileged (and large) cat.
I still have people reaching my site via searching “headless women” on Google every couple days. Scary.
Alianore, yup, it was “Hugh freckles” all right! (And a lot of people come from your blog to my site!)
Margaret, I had to look up “moggy,” but now that I know the word, it seems a perfect word for my four cats, two of which are on the rotund side.
Sarah, I hope your “headless women” Googlers aren’t too put out.