When is tarted reading Me Before You I didn’t realise just how much I would fall in love with it, but I did, as you can see from my review here. So when I had the chance to meet the author Jojo Moyes herself at the launch of the sequel, After You I jumped at the chance. And by jumped I mean I bought the tickets on the first day they went on sale and then counted down the days.
There is something very cool about meeting an author you have loved since forever and last week I had the chance to meet Judy Blume herself in Waterstones Piccadilly when she was in London to promote her newest book, In The Unlikely Event.
I don’t think any title for any of my posts has ever been as apt. The Windsor Triathlon over the weekend IS this title – the smell of wetsuits and falling into hedges. If you follow this blog you know this was something I was very apprehensive about – I wasn’t doing the full triathlon but the Sprint Relay with Sister and Friend but only having the cycling leg to take on didn’t make this any less daunting. I wasn’t a cyclist, didn’t own a bike, and my legs might as well have been made out of jelly. But we all signed up anyway and I got to training. Like with all things at first time moved really slowly then it came all at once.
If you have been reading this blog for any amount of time you’ll know that I am a lover of feminism and fashion. It didn’t occur to me that I can’t be a feminist interested in fashion until I started paying actual attention to the media (this happened surprisingly late in life). There is a discontent between the two, as if women can’t be – and aren’t allowed to be – interested in both. I remember reading and reviewing Sali Hughes’ incredible book Pretty Honest where she talks about the same thing but with feminism and beauty. Why is it that if anyone does anything to look good (and I mean anything) they can’t be a feminist? Polly Vernon’s Hot Feminist address this point and argues (correctly without a shadow of a doubt) that being interested in the clothes you wear or the way you do your hair does not force you to give up your feminist card.
Everything you have read is a lie. I can’t imagine how I would react if my life, my secrets suddenly ended up in a book by someone else. This is the genius premise of Renee Knight’s Disclaimer. When images and hints started floating around on twitter I was desperate to get my hands on a copy. (Thankfully) I did and I found it to be an intellectual, creepy as f***, brilliantly written book.