Monday, July 16, 2012


It was one of those father-son afternoons we remember . . . 

We stood at the fish pier, watching feral children haul misshapen sea creatures out of the water as they chattered furtively. A grizzled old man stood beside us. "I had a kid once, too," the old man said. "But it didn't last. Kid misbehaved and mouthed off so much I got fed up. Sold him to a Sumatran reptile trader, and never looked back."

"You better not sell me," Cubby said. And I didn't. The result:

RAISING CUBBY, my newest book. Coming January 15. Freaks and zombies included.

1 comment:

forsythia said...

Looking forward to your new book. You are such a good writer.