TOG: Now in ultra-flammable form!

Ever wished you could lovingly cradle a copy of The Other Guy in your arms, or drop it in the bath, or accidentally get marinara sauce on it because your lunch leaked inside your backpack? Well, now you can!

Introducing: The Other Guy, in paperback!

I'll just wait for the trumpets and fanfare to die down, though should you feel like kicking off a celebration in the streets later on, I certainly won't put a stop to it.

This essentially came about because my mother got it in her head that it would be hilarious if she could pass an autographed paperback copy to my auntie who doesn't know I wrote this thing or that Cary Attwell is a person she is related to*, and make her read it and then drop some kind of gigantic surprise announcement that it was actually me all along. (I think this plan was a lot more fun in my mother's head.)

So, enjoy the papery goodness!

*Cary Attwell is my pen name, as you may have guessed. I stole it off one of my old Barbie dolls. She lives in a box somewhere in storage; we'll just make sure she never hears of this. Be cool, everyone.