I am slowly reading though the publishers' catalogues that I picked up at my recent trip to the London Book Fair. Although an increasing number of publishers are producing online-only catalogues, and one can only approve of this activity, I am always pleased to receive or get hold of a printed edition where one exists, for ad-hoc browsing.
"Scrupulously honest Amish-born cartographer John Graef teams up with outlaw prospector and gemologist David Freeman in a ferocious race to be the first to find the treasure and solve the centuries old Tavernier Stones mystery." Sounds exhausting, and that's just the blurb. The author biography just below the synopsis reads "xxx xxx is a cartographer and gemologist. This is his first book." Delightful!
Later in the same catalogue, here is a description of a book in its entirety: "Could Dr Brian Eddy, plastic surgeon to the rich and famous, possibly be the Blonde Bomber serial killer? Packed with everything from homeless kittens to Mob connections, this mystery is messier than a chicken parmigiana sandwich." Er, that is supposed to make you want to buy the book?