I woke my wife up with my guffawing at Paul's description of "Go Ask Alice." That book was considered such heavy duty stuff when I was growing up. Reading it was right up there with "Forever" by Judy Blume as some kind of ridiculous, arbitrary rite of passage.
On another topic, albeit overlapping, I find the cover of "Freak Wharf" wonderfully disturbing and mesmerizing. There is no freak in it, which would have been an obvious choice. Instead, it is a painting of Paul, dressed as a captain, with a perplexed or perhaps disgusted look on his face (pipe out of mouth in surprise?). You (or just I?) get the feeling that he is a wayward captain who pulled into the wrong port and is currently looking out upon the freaks. Leaving it to the imagination was a wonderful idea.
I need to find hobbies.