“You don’t need to worry about me. I won’t be by myself. I’ll be in a room with several other women armed with books.” “Books may be wonderful, magical receptacles of knowledge, but they can’t protect you from a killer.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” I grin. “If that killer dares to crash our book club, they’ll suffer death by a thousand paper cuts. I’d like you to sort out these crucifixes.”
