The time has come! The paperback of The Book of Accidents has taken flight and landed on your doorstep like a wooden owl come to life. May contain: a missing serial killer, a haunted coal mine, an interstitial amusement park, an eerie felsenmeer, a soot-caked spellbook, generational trauma, art as magic, empathy as a weapon or weakness, and the power and problem of emotional seawalls.
It is nominated for the Stoker Award this year. It was a national bestseller. And I’m very proud of it. I don’t think we’re really supposed to say that, but it feels good and healthy to say, so goddamnit, here we are.
It’s a book that, as I’ve noted, means quite a lot to me. I’ve tried writing it throughout my life a number of times, and it was only now, with the me that is me at present and not the me of the past, that it made sense and became a proper story. The iterations before were odd, off, not done baking. This one, I think, did what I wanted it to do. And I hope it has, or will, for you, too.
You of course have ways to procure!
Tomorrow I’ll be at The Strand with Kevin Hearne and Delilah S. Dawson, and you can order a signed/personalized copy through there, and pick it up or have it shipped. Order here. Or you can also ask for a signed/personalized copy through my local, Doylestown Bookshop. Note that Kevin and Delilah and I will also be in Westerly, RI (United Theater with Savoy Books!) on Thursday, and Framingham, MA (B&N!) on Friday. In-person! For real! Holy crap!
You can of course also check out the book in other places:
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