A conversation last night:
My mom: "You should ask Jennifer Lee Carrell if that thing with Don Quixote in Interred with Their Bones actually happened."
Me: <--No idea what she's talking about. "Don Quixote? You mean where that guy who was a playwright or distantly related to Shakespeare traveled to America to hide his manuscript?"
Mom: "The manuscript was in England. That one lady brought it and then it was stolen."
Me: "No, Rosalind brought the clue to England and that was stolen; but they still had to find the manuscript, which was in a cave in Arizona or something."
Between the two of us we should be able to piece together the plot of this book. Or so one would think.
