I am certainly not a reader of trashy romance novels, unless you count those preteen ones that always had a girl's name for the title, like Elizabeth or Katherine, and the story about the heroine was based on some sort of historical theme with a heavy side of romance, like the girl who wanted to go west in covered wagons so she cut her hair off and pretended to be a boy and it worked until she fell in love with her handsome wagonmate. I know I'm not the only one who read these things. Anyways, the website Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels reviews trashy harlequin romance novels, and best of all, critiques their cover art. It's sort of like Go Fug Yourself for soft-core fantasy novel covers.
For example:
Dammit, how do these cover artists know that my wildest dreams involve a corpse with testicular elephantitis wearing a scabies-infested robe and slinging his gear in an electric blue speedo?
via Sore Eyes
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