In which I am flogging a book!

Year before last, when my first book came out, I had the honor of being nominated for an Agatha Award against Charles Finch. We were both new kids on the block, both passionate about Victorian mysteries, and both of us with a female character named Lady J. Grey! (His is Jane to my Julia.) In any event, Charlie was a delight to meet and a superb writer to boot, and it was my pleasure to read his new book, The Fleet Street Murders, before anybody else. Anyway, the latest installment of his Charles Lenox series is now out, so if you're looking for some delicious Victorian skullduggery, go forth and buy!

On a completely unrelated note, I actually dreamed about my characters this week, something I have done maybe twice EVER. They were arranging the March family Christmas potluck--something we KNOW that Hoots would never permit. Julia was supposed to bring the dessert and her elder sister, Olivia, said something hurtful about how they ought to brace themselves for cheese and biscuits because whatever it was would certainly not turn out...