I have a confession, sorry, last note i promise but I just got the news an hour ago.

neither copy of James Worth's books officially made it to Boskone because my daughter misunderstood the assignment.

I knew I wanted one to go to the indie book store so I can nudge the owner into ordering copies, so one stayed home by design.

the other copy was at Boskone, it was on the table and thoroughly perused, bookmarks and pin vanished within the first half hour, but she brought MiR home on Sunday along with Dylan Bosworth‘s Fruiting Bodies because I let her borrow them the week before to read, and she thought they were coming back with her to finish.

she was very apologetic of course because she's the most amazing person in the entire world, and I told her she can make it up to everyone by helping me find another indie store to drop them off at, then write reviews for both.

so at some point next week we will be dropping them off to a very New England Gothic indie book store called Wickham and Willoughby, and at some point in the next few weeks y'all can expect unbiased reviews from an all but anonymous source on your work.

teaser:

she loved both of them, but she's just starting part two of MiR which is how I found out she still had them at all; she randomly approached and said I can’t have them back yet because she has to finish James Worth's book:

“The cop commentary is fuckin LIT”

♤