True Bood series by Chalaine Harris

The original True Blood book covers always had the same kind of folksy, colorful, almost hand-drawn feel to it. It looks like something you'd find on a calendar in a preschoo. Like this one:

Or this one:

The woman always looks like she's flying, floating, or about to start flying. It's morbid with the dark colors and little flaming houses on the ground, but there's also a sense of whimsy. It's the kind of thing your grandmother wouldn't be afraid to take on a plane lest a fellow passenger takes a quick glance at the paperback she's holding in her Jergens-scented hands as he enjoys his alcoholic beverage complimentary Southwest airlines (you get coupons depending on how many miles are in your frequent flyer account), arches his or her eyebrow and gives a salacious smile or wink.

A plane. I just realized how symbolic that is because pretty much all of the book covers make some reference to floating or levitation. Look up all of them yourself, I'm pretty sure nobody's feet ever touches the ground in any of the illustrations.

Then they made a TV show and put in on HBO. Now it looks like this:

And this:

Sex sells, baby. Sex sells.