Excerpt: Cross Your Fingers (If You Still Can)

The last thing I remember is dying.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: it can’t possibly be. You’re thinking: it makes absolutely no sense. Perhaps you’re already even thinking: this girl is the least reliable narrator since poor old Roger Ackroyd snuffed it in the study. As a Christie fan, I sympathise whole-heartedly with that want-your-money-back feeling, and please believe me when I say that right now, I’d quite like my money back too. Because the last thing I remember is dying, and the admission fee was steep.