The eyes, chico, are all over book covers these days

And they're staring at me

I step into the bookstore and feel as though I’m being watched. The place is empty save for a salesperson busy behind the counter, and I wonder why I feel this way—observed, followed—when I’m alone as far as I can see. Have I finally fulfilled my lifelong dream of being tailed by a retirement-aged alcoholic PI?

Then I spot these two.

Oh! Ha ha. That’s wh…