Now you're ready for shenanigans.

I making the Christmas Pudding from HTBADG again this year. Not only because it's the 25th anniversary, but also because I need that comfortingly familiar recipe this year. This year's fruit has a heavy lean towards dried figs, due to the bounty of a friend's fig tree.

This is one of my favorites.

I don't even try. I just do my best to apologize.

Here's the problem:
The truth.

Who's going to believe lies when that's so juicy?

Oh please oh please oh please

The editor side of me knew this was the most likely reason. The Veronica fan side of me hoped you were setting up something juicy. To be fair, you still could.

OMG Thank you! This has been driving me nuts. Was Veronica being an unreliable narrator? Was it a complicated back story for his birth father? Were we ever going to meet him? So many questions.

Me hoping this is the resolution of whether Stoker is half-Welsh or half-Irish:

100% would watch. Obsessively.

Can confirm. It's exactly that.

Erm, boy do I have some bad news for you. But, at least this book holds up.

It took me a long time to finish this, because I'd have to stop and stare at the wall for a while, nodding.