Just Deceits beats Bones, but that’s not all folks!
Laid up with a case of 2nd book-itis. JUST DECEITS consistently outsells BONES BENEATH OUR FEET. What do I care? I wrote them both. The good news is that I’ve got a 3rd in the wings, waiting to fly. & like every next book ever written, this one is the very very bestest in the whole wide woild, the next MOBY DICK and HOWL and CUCKOO’s NEST wrapped in one roasted banana peel. A book not yet cooked is such a delightful fantasy – like a lover merely imagined. No inlaws, arguments over money, or hairs in the sink yet. Just the pure platonic form of literature, the great seductress, the oracle that answers all quests. Onward! Spit in the Reaper’s Eye, wink at the void, and have a pretty good weekend too. Hell, it might even snow in Seattle – stranger things have happened.