The page proofs for AM#3 arrived yesterday -- and the back cover copy: 

When Rosie’s father dies, he leaves behind $1.5 million in Walmart stock—an inheritance that promises to turn her family’s world upside down. At eighty-two, Rosie’s mother is already notorious among the church ladies of Babbitt, Arkansas, as “the meanest person who ever breathed God’s sweet air.” Now she has a new man in her life: Clyde, a secret boyfriend with boundless ambition and a talent for spending money that isn’t his.

Rosie and her brother, Brother, must save their mother—and the family fortune—before Clyde spends it all. But when Rosie herself turns up dead, the stakes take a decidedly darker turn. Who killed Rosie, and will there be more victims before the truth comes out?

Narrated by Rosie from the afterlife, Armadillo Massacre Number Three is a wickedly funny Southern tale of greed, murder, and small-town eccentricity. Beneath its laugh-out-loud humor lies a tender exploration of family, forgiveness, and the enduring power of love—even beyond the grave.

It's pretty nice.

Why, then, does this make me feel sick with fear? I think maybe because I made this present for you and I'm afraid you won't like it.