Weird Book of the Week

Weird Book of the Week

Last time on Weird Book of the Week, we fell in love with giant pink space bunnies who shoot laser beams out of their nose. This time, we amp up the weirdness with something that is 100% chosen because of it’s title. Behold: I Don’t Care if My Best Friend’s Mom is a Sasquatch, She’s Hot and I’m Taking a Shower With Her. I think that pretty much says it all. Probably a good companion piece to a former Weird Movie of the Week, Yeti: A Gay Love Story.

It appears the author, one Lacey Noonan, has quite a back catalog of raunchily titled books, including A Gronking to Remember (first in a series of Rob Gronkowski themed erotica novels), Seduced by the Dad Bod, and The Babysitter Only Rings Once. Quite prolific.

Weird Book of the Week

Last time on Weird Book of the Week, we pondered a sorta recursive centaur-thing. This time, we’ve got a mystery on our hands. Behold!

Galactic Bunny

There are many things to marvel at in this illustration, most notably to my mind, the unconventional yet still quite effective choice to portray the laser beams emanating from the giant, pink space bunny’s nostrils as opposed to the more traditional eye-beam. This is an illustration that just begs to be explained. Why is the mustachioed man attempting to silence the bald guy, can the Galactic Bunny hear things in space? What is it eating, a moon? Are those other moons floating around out there? What planet is this? What are those lasers actually pointed at?

I found this on Twitter a while back, on the Pulp Librarian’s feed (which is just chock full of awesome pulpy book covers), but there is no title on the artwork, and no one mentions it in the responses (one person does ask, but there did not appear to be a response). I would really love to read the book this was created for. Barring that, I’d settle for a high quality print, because wow, just look at that thing. Sheer brilliance.

Weird Book of the Week

Last time on Weird Book of the Week, we tackled a touching tale of Dinosaur Nazis. This time, well, it’s not so much the contents of the book so much as the cover:

Recursive Centaurs!

It’s a centaur… but sorta recursive? Um… I don’t… what? If I were a bigger Bradbury fan, I’d snap this up in a heartbeat. It is a real book, but I don’t know if Amazon has this particular edition (the 1971 Corgi books edition).