Bookwitch

I see on Francesca Simon’s website, that when her son was born in 1989 she started writing books. Why didn’t I think of that? My son was also born in 1989, and all I did was wipe projectile vomit off everything. Just think - I, too, could have sold ten million books by now! Or maybe I couldn’t. I suspect it takes something special to come up with someone like Horrid Henry, or the world would be full of multi-millionaire authors. More than now, I mean.

On Thursday night Francesca had a big party, to celebrate ten million books. I only have a very short list of some who were there. Meg Rosoff reports having chatted to Sally Gardner, Graham Marks, Eleanor Updale, Joanna Briscoe and Susy Boyt. And I understand Meg and Nicolette Jones discussed that excellent bookwitch blog.

I expect a few of those who were there would have liked to be in Francesca’s shoes (I wonder if the shoes were nice?), but authors being so lovely, I think they also felt her success is well deserved. It was probably only Meg who offered to trade her Carnegie for five million sales.

Would you? If you had a Carnegie to trade, that is.