Cover Thursday (8): The Replacement
I have decided to dedicate some Thursdays to covers of upcoming releases or covers of books that are already on the shelves that I happen to love.
by Brenna Yovanoff
Is it wrong to say that I love it even though it's so.... morbid?
This is a nightmare lullaby come true...
Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
I always found that lullaby disturbing and I really don't understand why it became a lullaby notwithstanding the melody. I assumed that my mother was just worried about putting me to sleep than paying attention to the words she's singing. It wasn't when I was grown up when I noticed the odd words just when I was absentmindedly singing it (for the record, I don't have a baby...yet).
But instead of a baby falling from a tree, we have various sharp instruments hanging over the baby carriage.
I wonder what will happen if a strong wind blows...