Just when I think that maybe you are getting over the hill, you come at me again with something to knock my socks off. I apologize for the things I said about Villa Incognito and I even feel kind of bad that many of the stories found in Wild Ducks Flying Backwards failed to catch my attention. The publication of your newest novel seriously makes me want to move back to my parents home in Washington and see if perhaps I can't just get a glimpse of you in your natural habitat. Creepy? Maybe. But you bring it on yourself when you write childrens books. They're my weakness. (So is beer.)
B is for Beer
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