Throw in some giant flowers, while you’re at it. And cover the whole thing in mist, just for good measure. Can’t have too much going on at once, after all.
Daughters of the Far Islands — Aola Vandergriff
Shall we start with the fact that this “Comanche Woman" is pale skinned and red-haired? Or that it looks like she has three arms and man-hands? Or that he looks like his body is facing away from us? Or that there’s no logical explanation for the blob of dark cloth under her(?) left arm? Or how about the completely anachronistic dress whose arm bands and fringe are the only indicators that this book isn’t a regency novel? Or how about the giant image of Texas nestled in her cleavage? It’s all just so overwhelming!
Comanche Woman — Joan Johnston
His neck’s as long as his forearm. Her hand is bigger than his. His biceps are as big as her head. His wrist is as thick as her neck. His thigh is the width of her body. His pants are so high.
We might have been better off mentioning what is right about this instead Um… Uh… It will come to us eventually, we’re sure.
Love’s Bright Star — Karen A. Bale