Are you looking for the perfect summer read? Look no further than everyone is lying to you,

the Tradwife murder mystery that everyone is talking about. I would be lying if I said that I didn't

want you to order everyone is lying to you right now so that it shows up on your doorstep on July 15th

and you can devour it in one sitting while wearing a nap dress and stealing your neighbor's sourdough.

Everyone is lying to you is an absolute delight, but don't take my word for it.

Publishers Weekly said it is darkly entertaining and delivers the goods.

New York Times bestselling author Sarah Shepard called it a fun, twisty mystery that she was obsessed with.

And my own husband told me that I am a sick, sick person for writing it. I mean,

seriously, order now before J.D. Vance bans it.

I knew that I wanted to be a mom. I wasn't one of those little girls that longed desperately

to be a mother who was, you know,

constantly changing their baby dolls and putting them to bed and doing all of those things.

But by the time I was a grown-up, I pretty much knew. I knew that I wanted to get married,

that I wanted to marry the right person, and that if I found

that right person, which was not assured in my 20s when I dated literally every sociopath in New York

City and half of them in Philadelphia, at least half. But when I found that right person, I knew that I wanted to have kids with them.

It's a thing that I wanted to do.

And I originally thought that I wanted two kids.

That seemed like a very, very civilized number to me.

But after I had two kids and during the pandemic,

I just didn't think that I was finished. I'd see babies

and be like, oh, I miss that stage. And now, now that I have my bonus baby, my third baby,

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