There has been a terrible mistake!

Months ago, when my mind was occupied with other things like, oh, saving the world (or at least my own skin), I was asked if I approved of my book, THE NAME OF THIS BOOK IS SECRET, being given away to students in the UK, or if I was all “booked up.” I hastily replied that indeed I was booked up, meaning that I was very busy at the moment—in particular I had just been booked into a very exclusive resort hotel in Mexico that for some reason everybody referred to as a “jail.” (True, the food wasn’t very good, and there plenty of rats and people in chains, and I barely escaped alive, but that’s another story.) The last thing I wanted to think about was the awful possibility of more people getting their hands on my dangerous and extremely secret book.

Well, you know the rest. As it turns out, Booked Up is...