After several dispiriting weeks of casting upon publishing waters and failing to tempt my publisher with any of my ideas I finally got a nibble. Which book in my backlist do readers seem to remember most fondly? Perfect Meringues. I’ve alway felt it to be a weak book, so much so that I could never bring myself to reread it. But I wafted the idea of a sequel under the nose of my editor and her nostrils quivered.