THOMPSON
Well, hello! and welcome to the January newsletter. It will take you all of half a mo to skim, I’m afraid, because I am too distracted to write anything coherent. I am bustling around like a demented mother hen in preparation for the arrival of the girl whom my friend Ciarán calls the Shinto Goddess. She’s boarding the plane from Tokyo even as I write this, so I’m sure you’ll understand if I write gobbledegook – and not very much of it, at that.
JANUARY
Anyway, January is a month best glossed over because it is usually so crap, and this year plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose and all that. The only fab event was the party to celebrate the launch of Cathy Kelly’s glorious new bestseller - Lessons in Heartbreak - in the newly refurbished Shelbourne Hotel. Cathy twinkled like the consummate star she is, and looked so beautiful and glam, and she made such an eloquent and gracious and witty speech - and behold her new jacket look! It’s too gorgeous to break the spine – I’ve been reading my copy with extreme care, to keep it looking as good as new.
old friends
It was über good to meet up with a bunch of friends in the Shelbourne after the doldrumy days that inevitably follow the New Year. But there’s a lot going on! I spent hours on the phone last month, talking up a storm with fellow writers and sending e-mails to-ing and fro-ing across the ether – there seems to many things stirring, in film and television as well as in publishing. Maybe 2008 is destined to be a really creative year…
more old friends
I was asked to write something during the month which involved much digging through archives (a posh word for the drawer in which I keep old photographs, newspaper cuttings, etc.) Enclosed in an envelope that had been posted to me by my mother I found a yellowing cutting about an old friend, Gary Hurst. Gary and I had been really good mates at drama school many years ago, and had sworn that we would keep in touch – but of course we neglected to. The cutting inspired me to Google him, whereupon I learned that he had died far, far too young. If anyone reading this has memories of Gary from our Belfast years, I would love to hear from you. He was a star. Click here to see him in action – and please ignore the fact that the presenter, Richard Stilgoe, erroneously refers to him as Gary Hunt...
Shinto goddess
I’m
sorry, I’m sorry – that’s all I have time to write this month –
I’m off to scatter flower
petals on the Shinto Goddess’s bed. But just in case you’re reading this
before the 5th of February and you happen to be living down South, I’d love
to see you at the library event – A Library Affair - that’s being hosted by
Cork City Library and at which I’ll be guest speaker.
Click here
for details.
Thank-you as ever for reading this – and I promise I’ll have a meatier newsletter for you next month!
Love & ♥♥♥
from
Kate
PS: ORDERING BOOKS
to buy
By the way, while Sex, Lies and Fairytales is available to buy or to order in all good bookshops in Ireland, the UK and the Commonwealth, its companion piece Hard to Choos is available to buy direct from booksellers only in Ireland at present. Should you wish to buy the book from Amazon, clicking here will take you straight to the sales point. You can also order Hard to Choos from Pixie's site. Lots of you are wondering where my backlist can be purchased. Amazon is good, of course, but my Transworld titles are also available - with free P&P in the UK - at Bookpost. (Just key in the title name in inverted commas - ie: "More Mischief")
to buy
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