"Don't judge the book by its cover"
"The blurb doesn't matter it's only the inner part of the story"
~ common phrases most of us have maybe got in our mind.
And yet somehow before a reader adds a book to their library, its the cover, title and blu...
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Title
An interesting title, that doesn’t say too much, what book is going to be about. Yet excitement is surging through me. I wouldn't change the title as for now but my opinion may change after I have read the blurb.
Cover
I love the red background as well as the lady in red.
The title being in white and it’s font is nice, but a thicker font would look even better.
The author’s name is visible which is good. I would personally advice to write the subtitle in a different font to make it more presentable for your readers.
The heading written in black isn’t readable so I’d suggest you to change it to white.
Overall the cover is making me more curious about your book.
Blurb
The blurb, that you have written is a scene and made it a bit long. And now I know more about the story which is a chlichéd love triangle.
I saw that you used the past tense for this sentence with a minor mistake: ”What does your heart say baby??” She asked me with a melancholic smile.
And in the other sentences, you have used the present tense for example in this one and again with some minor errors: ”I... I love them, more than the sun could ever love the moon, more than a thirsty traveler could a ever love water, more than... more than a soul could love a body...” I say, sniffling.
My correction for the sentences either in this way: ”What does your heart say, baby?” She asked me with a melancholic smile.
”I... I love them, more than the sun could ever love the moon, more than a thirsty traveller could ever love water and more than... more than a soul could ever love a body...” I said while I sniffled.
Or this way: ”What does your heart say, baby?” She asks me with a melancholic smile.
”I... I love them, more than the sun could ever love the moon, more than a thirsty traveller could ever love water and more than... more than a soul could ever love a body.” I say while I’m sniffling.
Overall impression
This story seems amazing by judging the criteria of the ranking of your book and a must-read for chliché lovers. I may pop in and read the book.
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