Whether you go in for the sultry, scantily-clad women, the tight-bunned, muscle-bound studs, or the dramatic colors and typography, I know you're a sucker for paperback trash. Sadly, my favorite covers usually hide stories just too dreadful to actually suffer (although I did like Stella Dallas, much to my dismay), super at first but like a 10-hour James Cagney movie by Chapter 2. Reading the cover is generally far more satisfying that reading the actual story. So I've eliminated the middleman to present the part that's really worthwhile.