I was about six years old when I first read a story independently, in a sunlit classroom of the Lycée Français in London’s Cromwell Road. I remember clearly how the world around me fell away as I was transported into the pages of the book, to a castle garden in another country, another time. From that moment, I only ever wanted to be a writer.
It took me a while. After leaving university, I went to work for a publishing company, got married, had children… I loved all of it, but a part of me still longed to write. I complained about this quite extensively, until one dear friend reminded me in a very no-nonsense way that “writers write”. In other words, to get on with it.
So I did.
The first book I wrote was published in 2008 by Transworld, a dual-time romance for grownups. It was followed by another grownup book in 2010, but since then I have written exclusively for children and young people, and I have no plans to change this - perhaps because it brings me closest to that amazing thrill of magic I felt in that sunlit classroom when I first learned to read alone.
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