The Name of This Post is Secret

I can't tell you the plot of this story, not because I signed a contract or made a pinkie promise, but because I would ruin the intrigue that Pseudonymous Bosch (& yes, that's a pseudonymn for his real name) has set up with his title: The Name of This Book is Secret.

Pseudonymous Bosch would encourage you not to read this book. He warns you (& me) that secrets are dangerous things. However, in my case, . . . "curiosity killed the cat." Not that I'm a cat. In fact, I generally dislike cats. Kittens are okay, but I can't stand those diablos called cats (this dislike can generally be blamed on my aunt's cat that bites my achilles for no apparent reason).  

As I said, before I was distracted by the subject of cats, I'm a curious individual so I did read The Name of This Book is Secrect. And, I have the audacity to recommend that you read it as well.

I know you'll enjoy meeting Cass & Max-Ernest, but I can't tell you why.
I know you'll be wrapped up in the mystery, but again, I can't tell you why.
I know you'll enjoy Pseudonymous Bosch's unique voice. I can't tell you why because . . . well, you'll figure it out.

You should read The Name of This Book is Secret.

Why? Because you can't stand not knowing what the secret is.