Another Book About Birds is about birds. Sometimes. Sometimes it isn’t about birds. Not all the time, but frequently. What the Hell do I know, anyway. I wrote the damn thing and now they want me to write this thing. I’m not supposed to use “I” language because it makes it sound more official. Like some guy with a mustache and a fancy hat wrote this. Somebody that reads the New Yorker, or something. Somebody with stocks. Somebody who defends Ayn Rand. AYN RAND! Well this ain’t that, jack. Your guess is as good as mine. Sometimes it’s fun, sometimes it’s a bummer, but I like it. I think you will, too. If you don’t, keep it round. Books make you look smart.