Vision.

Well, here it is, a very sneaky peek of what will (allegedly) be in bookstores come August.

I didn’t know this before I entered the wild and wonderful world of book publishing, but authors rarely have any control over their covers. I had “right of consultation,” which was a big deal, and still meant that I could say “I hate that” and my publisher could respond with “too bad,” publishing the manuscript bound with an illustration of a high-heeled silhouette next to an incubator—martini in one hand, endotracheal tube in the other.

Some authors hate their covers, and while I know you are not supposed to judge a book by such things, it must be awful to see a dramatic disconnect between the work you have poured yourself into and the way it is presented to the world. I got very lucky: not only do I have a cover I love, but I have a cover that as soon as I saw it, made me think: Yes. There it is. My book.

It’s a rare thing. I am on what sports enthusiasts would call the “home stretch.” And when I get scared and confused and can’t remember what I am doing, I have a reminder:

Cover!

Oh, you guys! I hope you like it.