You just cannae walk into a bookshop these days without tripping over a lady looking over shoulder in her undies or similar scanty garment!
Recently the publisher Headline repackaged a bunch of Jane Austen classics with fluffy pastel covers, “designed to appeal to women put off by the idea of reading a 19th century writer”. But if they really wanted to shift some units I reckon they should have put Lizzy Bennett in some ye olde frilly knickers, gazing coyly o’er shoulder. Or maybe Mr Darcy in tiny shorts. Now I’d pay for that in hardback.