Happy New(ish) Year! Happy It’s-Not-Quite-February-So-Yeah,-I’m-Going-With-New-Year-Still! I do, actually, legitimately hope that 2015 is off to a roaring start for everyone. Do I say roaring because I’ve become recently moderately obsessed with Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, set as it is in the roaring ’20s of metropolitan Melbourne? Perhaps. Well, and how could you not, when a certain lady detective, who, mind you, has cards emblazoned with the words “Lady Detective,” goes running around solving murders and looking sharp?
(screenshot via IMDB.com)
Anyway. You should watch it, if you like that kind of thing. If the kind of thing you like is staying alive for more than an hour at a time, I recommend not becoming a random acquaintance in the close vicinity of a lady detective, since they always needs murders to solve and the bodies just start piling up.
To get to the matter at hand, which is to say, the matter in my hand in the following ecstatic photo, there’s a little something going on with the book:
Yes! That book! That’s the one! That very book, my own little How to Be Vegan, is on extra super sale right now. You can get the ebook version for just $2.51. What? YES. I know, it’s a bit shocking, as you can tell from alllll the whites of my eyes. But, of course, there’s a bit of a catch. The sale ends Jan. 31, which means that, counting today, you have exactly 10 days left to buy this guy for less than the cost of, in no particular order, these 10 things:
- A bagel with vegan cream cheese (not even with tomatoes or capers or anything fancy!)
- A delicious almond milk latte to sip while reading
- A burrito (whether you get it from the airport or not. Need help deciding on whether or not to get a burrito at the airport? Never fear! There’s a handy flow chart in the book just for you!)
- A month’s worth of Netflix on which to watch Miss Fisher
- A cocktail. One freaking cocktail. You know what, not everyone actually likes beer and sometimes wine makes certain people sleepy, and it’s been said that both grapefruit juice and tequila are considered medicinal in some circles, so, like, jeez. Fine, here’s $22.50 for a Paloma. Keep ’em comin’.
- A movie ticket. And, you know, at this point I feel like it’s pretty safe to say that there likely will not be a movie version of this book, so probably better to just get the book. That’s just plain sense.
- A south-bound trip across the Golden Gate Bridge. Even if you take the bus like a good commuter and take in your neighbor’s aromas along with the stunning scenery, it’ll set you back $4.
- A cute-ass card for your Galentine (or, fine, anyone else). I recently discovered Emily McDowell and her amazing, lovely, and super-double sassy cards, and I love them. And they cost more than an entire book! Sure, the ebook doesn’t really have literal pages, but I SWEAR that the physical copies have way more pages than a card does. Which, really, is that like, one page or two? 1.5?
- Other books. They cost way more, like roughly your life’s savings. Trust me, I looked into it.
- A trip to Palm Springs, like the one I’m taking today, about which I am so excited that I might not even make it onto the plane, because, sunshine. All the sunshine. And also, a little bit, a hot tub.
I think you get the picture. (But really, get the book, not the picture. Please and thank you!)