Meg Rosoff won the Carnegie award today. I know I predicted a different outcome, but what I was really trying to do was some sort of reverse witchcraft. I really, really didn’t think the judges would have so much sense, so I should apologise to them. But they obviously do recognise a wonderful book by a wonderful author when they see it.
If there is anyone out there who hasn’t yet read Meg’s book, it’s high time, you know. Just In Case. You can never have too many neurotic and funny teenagers with imaginary dogs and wise little brothers and loyal friends. And the goat, well…
I’ll get back to this subject soon, but just needed to spread the news. Just in case.
I’m so pleased I feel as if I won the award myself.
Thank you, Bookwitch, for guessing wrong and for being such a wonderful loyal fan!! (Though your picture doesn’t display my serene beauty to its best advantage. I’m afraid a snap of Alan Sugar got substituted by mistake…)
Alan Sugar isn’t that good looking!
Not being sure about the file in the cake status, I wanted to use a photo I own the copyright to, so I can avoid jail.
Anyway, you are difficult to catch with a camera, and I’d really been hoping for the vivacious beauty in action, not serene.
Oh dear, I didn’t like Just in Case and have said so quite bluntly at my blog. However, Meg’s allowed to throw flaming thunderbolts my way. I’ve got a decent firewall.
It’s ok, Lee, you don’t have to agree with the witch on everything. And I don’t believe thunderbolts are on their way. From either of us.