There are times when I find that the first impression a book makes is confusing. The saying goes, don’t judge a book by the cover, but let’s be fair, that’s the first thing we notice about the book. When a book’s cover says one thing, the blurb says another, it becomes confusing. The cover of this book, My Dream Man, was something I did not like. It was pink, not my favorite color, and the cover art felt like a position right out of the Kama sutra. The blurb promised a romantic story, and I had liked the author’s first book, though that book was a completely different genre.