This book could never have been made without the help of my fantastic editors, Tiffany Yates Martin and Lindsey Nelson, who put up countless hours of work trying to shape my incoherent rambling into a palatable manuscript.
Again, I would also like to thank Benoît, my husband, for his unrelenting support of my deplorable literary efforts, and for allowing me to use his beard trimmer to draw a half-finished cross in his chest hair. It gives no sign of growing back, which is a considerable source of concern for both of us, but still, what fun!
And most of all, thank you, my readers, for putting up with me. Many of you wrote me, stressing the necessity for March to bang Island hard: by now I’m sure you’ve come to understand that I feed from your tears.