Yes, Crocodile Tears is out and has been for about two weeks and we still don't have a copy. I guess the publishers never got my email. Nonetheless, we are about to read it, have waited what feels like a long time since the last in the series, Ark Angel.
Gone is the day that I could buy the new Anthony Horowitz and have the children meet me on the bedroom floor every night for weeks until the no doubt exciting conclusion a few weeks later.
Once it arrives, someone will claim it, read it night and day in a day. Then the next dominant child will grab it, read it, they'll begin to chatter. Then the third one will grumble as he takes it and reads it a bit slower than the others. And then that will leave only me and Alice. I will start reading it to her while she takes her occasional bath or in an odd moment at the weekend. We'll put A Tree Grows in Brooklyn aside, so we can whirl through Crocodile Tears. The others will, little by little, notice we are reading aloud and gravitate to us. Because the best thing about Anthony Horowitz is you can read them again and again and get caught up in the plot afresh each time.
I just can't wait to go through that experience with Alex Rider again.
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