Today's OneWord: Frown
I glanced at the book with a bushy frown, scratching at the scarred side of my face. This couldn't be right. The cover, the book jacket, the pages - this couldn't be my book. My book, which was filled to the brim with all the gritty, grungy detail of any abused spouse - my national story taking flight. And the cover was nothing like the design I had requested. It was gaudy. It was tawdry. It was despicable.