Meanwhile redbirdflies rounds off another big reading project with a final book picked up during a recent holiday in Turkey.
The book picked up pace once I realised it wasn't so obvious who had died, and Zoe continued to write about the weeks and months leading up to the fateful day.
I used the online U.P.S. pricing guide to find the cost of having a one-pound book picked up at a San Francisco bookstore at 2 p.m. and delivered to a home address a mile and a half away by 8 p.m. the same day.
These fears proved unfounded as the book picked up both the Guardian fiction and the Whitbread prizes and shifted enough copies to edge on to the bestseller lists: "This is a coldly brilliant, immensely satisfying intellectual mystery tale," concluded John Walsh in the Evening Standard.
Bret Easton Ellis heralded him as the best stylist of his generation and the book picked up masses of praise.
I wanted to save them from themselves and scream, "Guys…I beg your pardon; I never promised you a rose garden!" Instead, I put down my book, picked up a pen, and began to craft this write.
