One of the first books I built and wrote in fifth grade was a memoir. What ten year old has enough life to provide a memoir? Certainly not I, but I had to write something and hadn't yet hit my stride as an author of fiction. Unfortunately, I hadn't hit my stride with memoir either, so the result is rather... fifth-graderish, I'm afraid.
The cover is lively enough and shows the author's love for the art form known as "scattered stencil in marker." In grade school, I loved all sorts of stencils. I was known to draw big flowcharts just for the sake of using the stencil to draw the little boxes and diamonds and arrows.
All the books show their 33 years. But now you're thinking, "I get the dollar signs. It's Vegas. But what the hell is that brown spot? Did the cat throw up on the book?" It's a cesta.
Cleverly, I hid the fact that this is BOOK ONE in a series. You have to look inside to find that out, and by this point I've got you 90% hooked.
Because every book needs a Table of Contents, and also at this point I looked ahead and saw just how many freaking blank pages I'd have to fill with something. Note the use of multiple fonts, either to add spice or to account for my lack of discipline and patience.
Now I'll just let you enjoy the story, and I'll revisit you during the chapter break. Enjoy!