A reason not to give your books generic titles

There is an illustrated children's book called "The artist" in which the characters are mostly dogs. It's a horrible, horrible book, and I wanted to write about what is so very wrong with it, but I can't find it with an internet search because -- well, it's called "The artist."  And so are a jillion other books and movies.

So, the book gets off without a scolding from me because I can't find it, but you know what?  Nobody's going to say "Well, Lucy hates it, but she makes it sound interesting, I guess I'll check it out," either, and as far as I can tell the book has died a lonely and obscure death.

It did deserve it, though.

On another front: I have a new spot to pick wild plums, and therefore over four kilos of plums . . . but I can't find any canning lids despite the fact I know I have at least two boxes somewhere, so I hope the plums keep till tomorrow night.