THE BOOK THAT KILLED

AN EXPLANATION

I am not a gossip but I enjoy telling tales. And this is the important part; as strange as it seems, I am a book.

Some of my stories are perhaps funny, others sometimes sad. Most of all they are to meant to provoke your thoughts and emotions as they reflect what I have gathered from the previous consumers of my observations in my other books.

We all like to know the distasteful secrets of others but it can be difficult to get them at first hand. Yet, something seemingly detached and innocent can be the receptacle and the exposer of those hidden truths about lies. Most of us will know that with other people we hear the stories they want to share but not the ones they want to forget.

I do not know your story, but for others their tales are an open book for all to see. There are stories about criminals, cheats and lovers, and one about a man who tricked his way into a care home, fell in love and got thrown out.



AND THERE ARE STORIES ABOUT HOW I KILLED PEOPLE.