This week, I had the great pleasure of going to Waterstones on Piccadilly (you know, the really big one that is basically like a booklovers’ Narnia of dreams) to talk about my new book.
I have rarely had such a lovely evening, and it helped to prove my theory that people who love books are generally Jolly Nice. It sounds unbearably cheesy, but so far one of the best things about writing this book has been the wonderful people I have met. (Don’t be sick.)
Here’s one of them (the very lovely George) with a bag of brilliant books by lovely people (including mine!).