Unbox my proof copy of The Ending Writes Itself with me! 🖋️🕵️‍♀️👀

I consider myself so lucky to have received one of these! The work and thought that the team at HQ Stories put into every one of these boxes was incredible. Confession time: I mayyy have already binged this. It might have just arrived yesterday, but boy is it addictive! Full review to come imminently.

In case you’ve been living under a rock, The Ending Writes Itself is a locked door mystery thriller about six authors invited to a private island for a writing retreat. Except the invitation isn’t everything it seems… Co-written by bestselling fantasy author V.E. Schwab and acclaimed screenwriter Cat Clarke, it’s full to the brim of satirical reflections on the publishing industry and a writer’s life.

ICYMI: here’s the full synopsis 🖋️

‘Six authors. One private island. Seventy-two hours to write the ending that will change their lives.’

Arthur Fletch, one of the world’s bestselling novelists, is a reclusive genius known for his iconic protagonists and fiendish twists. When six struggling authors are invited to spend a weekend on his private Scottish island, they arrive to discover a shocking secret: Arthur Fletch is dead… and his last book is unfinished. Desperate to publish the novel, Fletch’s agent and editor have summoned these writers in the hope that one of them will imagine a worthy ending for this final book. To sweeten the deal, they are offering an irresistible prize: in addition to ghost-writing the last chapter – for a mind-boggling sum – they will also help the lucky writer successfully re-launch their own career, guaranteeing future bestsellers. The catch: the writers have just seventy-two hours to finish Fletch’s magnum opus. Starting is often the hardest part. But getting to the end could be murder.

Are you excited for the Ending Writes Itself? I certainly am, and I’m even more excited to meet V.E. and Cat on tour – tickets are still available for some of the stops. Again, the biggest thank you to HQ Stories for this proof (and I didn’t even have to barter my firstborn/my soul/my life’s earnings).