Dear Book Folk and Fellow Book Bloggers,
 
My husband whom I affectionately refer to as my Bookman, respectfully requests that you cease talking about books until after my birthday in early April. You see, he is trying to surprise me and you aren’t making it easy for him. Or me. I innocently mentioned The Sister the other day, a book that Litlove is reading, and I thought he was going to have an aneurysm.
 
I have suggested to my Bookman before that should I ever happen to mention a book he is planning on surprising me with that he should pretend like he has never heard of it and act like it was any other book I have ever talked about. But while he can tell the most outrageous stories with a straight face and make me believe that tomorrow the sky really will be purple instead of blue because of some incursion of space gas from a passing comet mixing with sun spots and a volcanic eruption, he stinks when it comes to pretending he has never heard of a book. I have watched his face as he puts on a valiant effort to cover the fact that he already has the book hiding in his man cave (that’s what I call his computer room in the attic though he likes to call it an aerie). He could not look more found out than a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
 
All this makes me a bit paranoid since I can’t possibly have any idea what books are safe to talk about and what books are not. I was stricken at the thought yesterday after I posted about Script and Scribble that my Bookman already knew about it and I had just ruined his surprise. I was infinitely relieved sometime later that it was not the case.
 
So I am sure you understand the situation and will do everything in your power to help me out. It isn’t that long until April and there are all kinds of other subjects to talk about besides books. Maybe you have a shoe fetish you could milk for a bit. Or maybe you grow orchids and can post photos of them. Or perhaps you have been longing to write about the history of fingernail clippers and how you came to collect 467 varieties of them. Here’s your chance to break out of the book talk rut and venture into to something new for just a little while.
 
It is a small request. A little favor. Thanks. I knew you’d understand.