Liam O’Shea had a plan: get his degree, get a job, and get on with it. But when his long-lost father, Francis Henry O’Shea, suddenly kicks the bucket and leaves him an unexpected fortune, Liam’s carefully structured world takes a sharp detour. The question is, what kind of man inherits a golden-ticket windfall from a father who long ago perfected the art of absentee, dumpster-fire parenting? The answer: a very bewildered one. Francis was a self-made success—if by “success” you mean having a talent for regularly bending the law just enough not to break it. Well, most of the time, anyway. And no, he wasn’t quite Father of the Year material—more like a knockoff, low-rent, occasional weekend model from two towns over. So, when Liam, who hasn’t spoken to his father in years, discovers he’s now the lucky heir to a surprising pile of cash, you can almost hear the universe having a chuckle at him. Beetlebum is the first book in a trilogy that follows Liam as he tries to put his life back together, like a jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing. It’s dark, it’s funny, and it’s about a guy searching for redemption—though he’s far more likely to find it by accident.