It was a classic case of one-thing-leading-to-another. I’d always known my father was 17 when he went to war but it never dawned on me just how very, very young… read more →
If I were a book, what would I be? A thriller? In my dreams. A romance? Not bloody likely. A comic book? Closer, perhaps – that is if the cover… read more →
Lovely review of dear old Betsy Wickwire’s Dirty Secret today. I especially liked this part: “Grant has a master’s touch at capturing the teen years, both their hilarity and heartache,… read more →
Despite the weird hairdo, I’m delighted to announce that Betsy Wickwire’s Dirty Secret has been shortlisted for the Ann Connor Brimer Award. The recognition is fabulous, of course, but the perks… read more →