Thursday, February 28, 2008
My children are unimpressed by the book cover for Wife in the North. Proof copies of the cover arrived through the post and the seven-year-old said: "That looks nothing like granny." I said "It's supposed to look like "a granny", not necessarily our granny." He said: "And that doesn't look like my John Deere boiler suit either". The five-year-old took it out of his brother's hands. He pointed at the windswept, child-festooned mother "and she's far more beautiful than you are." I said: "Thanks." The thing is - it is true. When my publisher initially sent over the illustration in an e-mail, she said: "You may not like the boots." I opened up the J-pegged file and looked at it carefully. I thought: "They have knocked 15 years off my age and have ignored the double chin and the cellulite-raddled thighs and I am almost a blonde." I wrote back: "Don't worry about it - the wellies are fine."