I walked into Quail Ridge Books in Raleigh, N.C., and there it was, right by the door. A shrine. To me.

Well, OK, not exactly a full-blown shrine – there were no burning candles, or people bowing at the particular time that I walked in. But it is a lovely display with all four of my books and my photo, which was appropriated from the famous author wall in the store’s bathroom. Every author craves to be in the Quail Ridge bathroom. Really. (Nigella Lawson’s photo isn’t in there. So what if she sells 20 times the cookbooks I do and has all that fluffy hair?)

This is the biggest thing since my photo went up near the paper towel dispenser, and I thank QRB for putting the books out there. I asked about adding a candle, but the staff thought that might make people believe I was dead. A neon light in the shape of antlers might be nice.