(I am sure that you already know this and everything, but just in case my grandparents are visiting my blog: You can click on the image to make it bigger. No, Nanny. Click on the image! Right, with the mouse!)
I am really psyched about the covers, and really psyched that there are two of them. And now, to celebrate, I will have a conversation with my 11th grade self.
Me: Hey, John.
11th Grade Self: What’s up? Other than your cholesterol, I mean. Jesus, you are possibly even fatter than the last time spoke.
Me: Right, yeah. Listen, I wanted to show you the cover of the new book, Paper Towns.
11th Grade Self: What’s it about?
Me: Orlando. Whitman. That kind of stuff.
11th Grade Self: God, I hate Whitman. He was such a tool. I’m a leaf of grass. No, wait. I am many leaves of grass. Oh, whoops. Now I’m just one leaf of grass again. I mean, come on. I could write that.
Me: No, you couldn’t. Trust me. You come around to Whitman eventually. Anyway, check out the covers.
11th Grade Self: Wait, which one is the cover?
Me: They’re both the cover. Same book, two different covers.
11th Grade Self: Dude, why not just have one freaking cover like a normal freaking book?
Me: A lot of reasons. First, because they look kind of awesome next to each other. Also, we felt like they’d each appeal to a different audience. And we wanted the cover design to be part of the book in a way it too often isn’t; we wanted it to capture the ways that this person is wrongly imagined by the people all around her.
11th Grade Self: Weird.
Me: Yes, well, it’s not unprecedented or anything.
11th Grade Self: Uh, well, I like them. I like the blue better, I guess.
Me: And I the yellow.
11th Grade Self: Hey, while I have you here, when do we really marry Sarah Urist or were you just screwing with me?
Me: We really marry her.
11th Grade Self: Christ, that’s so awesome. Now that I know she’s a chubby chaser, I think I’m gonna go hit the Taco Bell. I’ll see you later, fatty.