'o the Bright Edge of the World blew a cold breath into my heart. The landscape – its wildness and its history and its beauty – intrigued me; as I read I felt the relentless pull that urged the Colonel and his men northwards into unexplored territory. Gladly I went with them, drawn on by a combination of curiosity, fear and dread, turning the pages faster as they raced against weather, starvation and harsh conditions. Eager, like Sophie, to see such grand wilderness.Read More
'We're novelists, not historians - we're looking for things that historians can't tell us. Novelists step in and fill the blanks left by history. That's what makes it interesting.'Read More
There was hardly anyone else at the Museum, so it was easy to find pockets of quiet stillness in which I could imagine what the house might have felt like when the Austens lived there...Read More
'Are you the writer? You look like a writer.'
The miller was a big guy, solid and broad, with a dusty workboots and shoulders that seemed made to heft sacks of flour.
'Yep,' I said. 'That's me.'
He grinned and introduced himself as Corry, then unlocked and swung open a set of large gates. Beyond them the Thames languidly flowed, its surface calm and greenish, brushed by willows. A creamy-pink building crouched on the bank- Mapledurham Mill, a 17th century water mill and the last working grist mill on the River Thames.
I think Matilda calls to the introverted little reader in all of us. Don't you?Read More
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go...Read More
I looked out my kitchen window this morning to see the backyard shrouded in fog. It was all sorts of magical, and after I took my kids to the school bus stop I rambled on, down to the beach, which was silent, empty, and eerily beautiful.Read More
It's a writer's bucket list staple, isn't it? A visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, birthplace of William Shakespeare, the greatest playwright and poet in the history of the universe.Read More
'The walk was spectacular. We followed the Big Boggy up the valley, crossing it before moving uphill into the snowgum forest. Behind us sat the Ramshead Range...'Read More
So I'm a librarian. But did you know I was THIS kind of librarian?Read More