This collection of the best of seven years of author Deborah Makarios’s blog frolics hilariously through the alphanumeric system, from Adventures in Fantastical Taxidermy (how to make a severed Jabberwock head of your very own) to 10 Reasons Why Cuttlefish are Amazing.
Along the way it takes in the madness of crochet hook sizing, cats and their assorted lunacies, shopping for swimwear, the unfortunate end to the author’s brief stint as a Disneyesque princess, and, of course, why she has the ambition of a potato.
Bonus material appearing only in this book includes eight ways to fail to assassinate Fidel Castro and three ways to react to the assassination of a royal relative, as well as a soupçon of non-assassinatory content.
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About the Author
Deborah Makarios was raised in the space between worlds and maintains an eccentric orbit.
She found her niche at the age of six when in short succession she read The B.F.G., her first Agatha Christie (Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?) and encountered her first P.G. Wodehouse (Something Fresh – saying “Heh! Mer!” is enough to make her laugh, decades later). Her personal motto is Tolle Et Lege – pick it up and read it – regardless of whether “it” is a Bible, a book or a jar of home-made marmalade.
Being an ardent admirer of LOLs (little old ladies, though she has no objection to laughing out loud either), she is presently working on handwork, housekeepery and the consumption of tea, in the hopes of one day attaining the highest rank of little-old-ladyhood: the White Hair. So far she has advanced to Silver Thread. (More cats may be required.)
She keeps her Luddite tendencies under sufficient control to allow for regular blog posts, but nothing can quash her fondness for old technologies. Her favourite phrases are “piston-filling fountain pen” and “annotated typescript.”
Her mission is to write books, plays and blog posts like cups of tea: warm, heartening and restorative. She believes in happy endings, the ultimate triumph of good over evil, and always having a clean handkerchief. It is, however, against her religious principles to believe in “normal.”
She lives among the largely unsuspecting populace of New Zealand with only two cats, and her brilliant, albeit marginally less eccentric, husband, alias The Caped Gooseberry.