Media Macaroni

If You’re Reading This, It’s Too Late. That’s the name of the book that caught my eye, because I have a frequent habit of judging a book by its cover. This one was equal parts shiny and menacing, always a good mix. It’s written by one Pseudonymous Bosch. 

I might actually think that was a real name, were ‘pseudonym’ not written right into it. The author is smart to use a fake name, because he knows a secret. And, in The Name of This Book is Secret, he was foolish enough to write it down. He rightly points out: 

Not knowing a secret is just about the worst thing in the world. 

No, I can think of one thing worse.

Knowing a secret.

When you crack the cover of this secret-holding book, the author issues a warning, which now I feel I must extend as well. Stop reading. Turn away. It’s too dangerous to move forward.

You’re still reading. See what’s happened here? Now I’m complicit in the spreading of this secret. 

I’ll limit what I tell you, then you must decide if you will read the book. It involves two eleven-year-old children, Cassandra and Max-Ernest (not their real names, naturally). This unlikely pair finds a magician’s notebook and embark on solving the mystery surround his death. It’s the kind of mystery you can’t tell anyone about, not even your mother or your grandfathers or your teacher. Soon others are caught up in the mystery as well, like art prodigy Benjamin Blake, the boy with synesthesia. Oh, and there’s the evil Ms. Mauvais and Dr. L who are seeking… oops. I almost gave it away.

Now that I know the secret, I must read on and hope that I’m not too late. But you I advise to keep away from this secret. If you can bear not knowing, that is.

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