There’s something almost alchemical about the moment a hard copy of your book is finally pressed into your hot hands. A strange kind of magic that has turned the base material – people and plot and places – that has swum for months in a kind of story soup in your head into, if not solid gold, something solid, and golden to you. Today I got to hold and then take home a bound proof of The Queen of Bloody Everything before it’s sent out into the world. So for today, at least, I am glittering.
- Trying and failing to ignore this colossal apostrophe fail at Ladybird. Now blaming them for my generation’s punctuation problems.And now I’m reading this and it’s just stunning. Debut MG by Katya Balen and cover by @laura.f.carlin Out with @bloomsburypublishing in September. Thanks for the proof.Finally got round to reading this beauty. Fabulous take on a fairy tale. Clever and dark and heartbreaking. @usborne_booksAt the illegible even to me frantic planning stage. #amwritingGCSE breakfastBloon
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