https://jackheath.novlr.site/blog Blog en-us https://jackheath.novlr.site/blog/vote-for-ikwyh Hi everyone! How are y—ALL RIGHT, ENOUGH CHIT-CHAT. You know how every year I ask you to vote in the Better Reading Kids' Top 50? Well, this year I forgot, and now it's almost too late. Did you know it's somehow already July? You did? Why didn't you tell me?? Given that the voting closes tomorrow and this is the first time I've mentioned it to anybody, my chances are slim. Honestly, they were never great to begin with. But if there's one person who laughs in the face of long odds (then takes a photo of the odds and sends it to her best friend with the caption LOL LOOK HOW LONG THESE ODDS ARE) it's Zoe Gale, star of If You Tell Anyone, You're Next. If you liked the book and you live in Australia, please consider voting for it! I was about to offer you a bribe, but it turns out Better Reading has done that for me—seven lucky voters will each win $1,200 worth of books! 9 Jul 2026 15:00:00 GMT https://jackheath.novlr.site/blog/receipt 🛳️ Choppy Water is available to preorder! But the clock is ticking. Once the book is published, you can't preorder it anymore. You'll have to just buy it, like a chump. "Did you preorder Jack Heath's new action-packed thriller, like a true fan?" your closest friend will ask you. "I ordered it," you'll mumble. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you," your friend will press. "Did you say you preordered it, or ordered it?" "Ordered it," you'll shamefacedly confess, then wither under their disgusted stare. 7 Jul 2026 15:00:00 GMT https://jackheath.novlr.site/blog/turtles Happy new year! I hope you all got a break, and that you got to spend it with family and friends. I confess that I'm kind of a Grinch around Christmas-time. In my teens and early twenties I found the season very stressful, because I couldn't afford gifts for everyone I felt I owed a gift to, and I didn't have the skills to hand-make a gift. I lived in fear that someone would give me a gift, and I wouldn't have anything to offer in return. In my late twenties and early thirties I had a job in retail, so I had slightly more money (and a staff discount!) but the season was stressful for a different reason. More shifts, longer shifts, impatient customers, frazzled coworkers. A shop so filled with stock that there's nowhere to put anything, and yet we never seemed to have whatever specific thing the customer was looking for. It's been seven years since I quit my day job, and I still haven't shaken off the dread that starts building in mid-October every year. Maybe it'll linger for the rest of my life. 9 Jan 2025 15:00:00 GMT