Massive Guilt

I hate telling you this. But if I didn't tell you, then you'd email me and say, "Why didn't you tell me?"

And I'd write, "I didn't wanna bother you."

And you'd write, "Will you please stop with the humble nonsense? We all know you're a narcissist. Besides, you should tell us this stuff."

And then I'd feel all this guilt (even more than the usual guilt I feel).

And then I'd tell you anyway.

So.

Today's the day that The Book of Lies comes out in paperback. Same keen mystery. Same keen ending. Much lower price! And as Facebook friends know, way ultra-keen new cover with foreboding dog image.

So if you'd like to buy it (or just see the cover, or you need a small paper block to balance your couch), click here.

Most important, let me send some true love and appreciation to you and yours. Summer's here and that makes me feel young and spry and ready for a game of red rover (because let's be honest, that's as close to sports as I ever got). So so happy to have you in our lives.

Love and thanks and teddy bears,

B