Something odd is going on here at National Review. I try to keep my head down and nod and agree with “the suits,” and I don’t pretend to understand the business side of National Review. But they’re really baffling me now.

The suits are offering 60% off NRPLUS, which comes out to . . . $40 per year, less than a buck a week. That seems so low, it might be an error. If I were you, and hadn’t yet subscribed, I would grab it as quick as possible, before somebody does the math again and realizes how little we’re charging.

Now, you could try to just keep reading without a subscription and skipping over the good stuff that is behind the paywall. But man, you’re giving up a lot. That would mean you no longer have access to Charlie Cooke’s in-depth investigation of “Rebekah Jones, the Florida COVID Whistleblower Who Wasn’t” – an exposé so thorough, detailed, and irrefutable that even the hosts of Morning Joe concluded he destroyed Jones’s credibility. Or you missed David Harsanyi’s spitting-hot-fire denunciation of Ilhan Omar and other congressional Democrats who make excuses for violent anti-Semitism in the name of “anti-Zionism.” Or Michael Brendan Dougherty’s thoughtful exploration of the ramifications if it turns out the COVID-19 pandemic was a result of a lab accident. Or Madeleine Kearns on the plummeting birth rate and what it tells us about sex and marriage. Or . . . you get the idea. I could go on all day.

And without NRPLUS, you’re probably not reading the magazine, which means you’re missing the latest issue, featuring Kevin Williamson laying out how President Biden’s proposal to relieve U.S. pharmaceutical companies of their intellectual-property rights relating to COVID-19 vaccines will stifle future innovations, John Bolton on the Russia challenges facing the new administration, and Rachel Lu on the surprising science of motherhood.

This is all good stuff, and I’d hate for you to miss it. Sure, you could put off subscribing until another time, but I don’t know how much longer the suits will keep that under-a-buck-a-week, 60%-off plan. It’s your life, make your own decisions, but if I were you, I’d click here, plug in your credit-card information, and enjoy a year’s subscription for a what-the-heck-were-they-thinking price, and never look back.

Beyond that, I hope life finds you well. This past year has been an exceptionally tumultuous one, with all manner of hardships, isolation, setbacks, defeats, and eventually, little victories here and there. Whatever else is going on in our lives, you’re still here, I’m still here, and National Review is still here – in large part because of the support of readers like you. I thank you for your support and hope you will support us again.