Best/worst book cover ever

I had a hankering to remember a book I read when I was somewhere between 10 and 12 years old. I think the name was Hating Angela Ashley, but I could be wrong, so I do what any good reader does: I go to Amazon.

The first book that pops up is not Angela Ashley the title, but the author, and this this the cover of her book:



Seriously, people...what the hell? I'm not even sure where to start. This is kind of like Joy of Sex as done by R. Crumb, or maybe Mad Magazine.

So let's look at this cover closely: dude needs to really shave his back before sneaking up on the dude/chick doing his/her naked yoga. Good thing the bathroom floor is shag carpet (or grass...) on dirt, so Chewbacca makes nary a sound while s/he swings a towel around his/her ankles.
Ugh.
For all you interested parties, this book IS available for purchase, for the bargain basement price of $49.21.
Yup, you read that correctly, $49.21. On Amazon. For those of you who think that this bloated pricetag is because this book is a classic in the erotica genre, think again: it was published in January 2005. You know, during that huge Ape-Man/Yoga S/him Erotica boom.

Gotta love that Amazon!


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FOLLOW UP!
Took a few minutes, but I was thinking of Hating Alison Ashley (so close, so close). Turns out it was an Australian novel (which makes sense in no one's world that I would have read it...unless Dad bought it on one of his many trips overseas), which was made into a craptastic Austrialian movie.
Thanks, but when it comes to Australian prep school dramadies, I'll stick with Flirting...