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Bookwitch bites #36

My first paragraph on today’s bites has nothing to do with animals at all. It’s my editor (I do like the sound of that!) Mike French on The View From Here who has started up a blog. I can only assume Mike became jealous of the fun that can be had with a blog. And he seems to have got himself a publishing contract for his first novel, The Ascent of Isaac Steward. That might be it.

Armadillo Magazine’s Christmas edition is hot off the internet this week with a few good reviews and other bookish stuff.

Sara Paretsky has been interviewed by Bark Magazine about her dogs. Both she and V I love dogs, but it seems it wasn’t always thus. Great angle, and lovely for dog owners. It would suggest all hope for me is not yet lost, although I wouldn’t hope too much if I were you. Or me.

I had my first Christmas present this week when someone sent me an early draft of a few chapters of a YA novel they are sort of working on. Absolutely marvellous, and very funny. It’s got lots of goats in it. But not only is the story not finished yet, but with publishing being what it is, I’m afraid I’ll be the only reader.

As you may know I read very carelessly, sometimes. Especially when I’m out and about. I read signs and posters and see something that’s not there. My local betting shop (no, I do not bet) had a poster about AUK millionaire guaranteed. I’m so pleased. It’s time those poor birds did well. It could be the same place that advertised ‘smoking skills’. If required.

I must take more care when reading.

Bookwitch bites #11

We hurriedly required a zombie free book for Daughter to read. In the middle of the night. Historical was requested, so in the end we plumped for Mary Hoffman’s Stravaganza, which Daughter had not read, despite repeated suggestions. They may not do a lot for the exam results, but the books have sort of melted away in her hands. I suspect she likes them.

Speaking of Mary, her old literary magazine Armadillo has undergone a substantial facelift. Do go and have a look. Even I am impressed, and that’s hard to achieve.

‘If you ever get offered that book about Kaye Webb,’ said the Resident IT Consultant one day last week, ‘it’d be very interesting to read’. Since a copy of So Much To Tell by Valerie Grove was already sitting in the living room, I had to break it to him gently that his request had come true instantly. After which it took several minutes before he carried the biography about the Puffin lady off in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. They seem to have got on well together.

After my walk round Uppsala with Son on Friday afternoon (we had to walk off lunch, to make room for tea and cake), I did a quick foray into Akademibokhandeln to see what they had to offer. Nice end aisle display of Meg Rosoff’s Just in Case, Swedish paperback version. And, around twenty copies of that embargoed book I hinted at last week. It’s still embargoed, so I can’t tell you what they are engaged in selling prematurely.

Someone had decorated the headrest of the seat in front of me on the plane on Thursday with Moomin stickers. One sticker featured the Groke. Let’s just hope that no one with a Groke phobia sits there. Or could that explain the rather bumpy descent into Arlanda?

And Candy Gourlay has been making a short video for her new book Tall Story. Is there nothing she can’t do?

Report from Oxford

The trip I made to Oxford the other week has finally resulted in another interview. Put down on the computer screen, I mean. The interviewing all got done on the day. Mary Hoffman was kind enough to spare some time to see me over pots of tea at the Q I Building in Turl Street. That counts as Pullman territory, so felt just right.

My other reason for travelling to Oxford, apart from enjoying a day out, was to meet Lowebrow, of blog fame. I first came across Lee on Dina Rabinovitch’s blog last year, before she ventured over here for a look. So, in effect, I did what I wasn’t too keen on Son doing a couple of years ago – I went to meet someone I’d met on the Internet.

It was a good day, and lovely to meet several interesting people. And thanks to Mary, Lee and I had a great Lebanese dinner. It could easily become a standard watering hole for the witch.