*coughs in attention-seeking manner* So, as I shall be spending World Book Day editing the least-book-related document you could imagine, I thought I’d get a book out instead. Officially on shelves tomorrow, The Time of My Life is the last ever Rachel Riley and a goodbye to Saffron Walden. Which is sad both fictionally and factually for me. But there is pyromania, a cat called Nietzsche, and James and Mad Harry’s love triangle. And Hull. And Thin Kylie’s wedding. And snogging. And maybe even doing “it”. And blog tour kicks off today over on Rebecca Books, with me discussing the time Jack Straw caught me jeteing down a corridor to a Meat Loaf song. You can read all about it here
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