There are some book events which I think are a waste of time and some I enjoy. But none have ever been as innovative or as fun as Mrs Trefusis’ The Books That Built Me. Chocolate, alcohol and books – perfect.
There is something really strange about being in a store before it officially opens. Last week, very early in the morning I was in Oxford Circus’s Nike Town before doors opened waiting for the NTC class to begin. It’s strange – I wanted to browse but didn’t because I have no idea what the protocol is when a shop is officially still closed. But it wasn’t long before shopping was the last thing on my mind as the workout began. It was a combination of weights and resistance training and I loved it.
The Princess Bride has to be one of my favourite movies ever. This is because it is all kinds of amazing. I have always suspected that the filming of this movie was just full of laughter and farting and with the release of Cary Elwes’ new book you realise just how right you are. As You Wish is a behind the scenes look at that filming process – how the cast came together, how key scenes were filmed, and what it really was like to be on that set. To promote this book Cary Elwes, Farm Boy and Dread Pirate Roberts himself came to London and last night I went along to listen to him talk (and maybe drool a little…a lot).
Oh Elle Magazine. Once upon a time you were just a magazine, now you are quickly becoming the magazine thanks to the incredibly events you run. Last night’s book club was sponsored by Baileys (there was chocolate Baileys on offer, chocolate) and the incredible Jessie Burton was the guest of honour. Her book The Miniaturist is incredibly popular, selling like hot cakes. I love the book and getting the chance to meet her was an opportunity I couldn’t miss.
Some authors make me do things I would never, ever do like get on the Central line and wonder about Leicester Square during the early evening rush hour. I rather cancel on people than do this. But the fact that Seanan McGuire was in Forbidden Planet doing her only London book signing got me onto the Central Line (the smells like sweat line) and had me in Leicester Square.