This is the book that inspired me 'Don't Worry, Be Hopi' - I borrowed it from Carole today in the hopes of finishing a thesis section on the mystical reputation of dolphins, but I just haven't been able to get anything done today with this on my desk. Just look at that cover art. Let's get right in there -
Obviously, the title is a punny nightmare. Forget about that for a moment, if you can (I never will). That's presumably the detached head of the author floating there, wearing feathers and a vaguely ethnic necklace for authenticity. Interested in her backstory? "Jo is a clinical hypnotherapist and on turning 50, felt an intense need to justify her existence." Oh, man. I just hope her justification was found when someone convinced her to have the image of a dude's hands holding what seem to be radioactive bull's testicles in front of her picture so that it appears that a giant (is it God?) is groping her weird-looking breasts from behind.
It's irrelevant what this book is actually about (there's only a small section on dolphins) this cover will, depending on what kind of person you are, immediately tell you if you want to read it or burn it. So, I guess an 8/10 for effectiveness?
