Remember your French class at school? I do. At least, I remember the class. I sat beside one of our six Annes, with two others in front, and we had Roddy up the back who kept us all amused with clever remarks… What I don’t remember much of is the actual French, which is a great pity. This week, I’ve wished a couple of times I had Madame at my right elbow.
We had two happy book events last week here in N.E. Switzerland. Tuesday saw the publication of Baby Dear (thank you, Bloodhound Books!), and like most new mothers, at first I only had eyes for my new-born. When I took a moment to look at the big wide world again, I saw a small girl in a blue and white dress, staring out at the cold, cold sea… Olivia.
The French edition of The Cold Cold Sea has finished its year in the French book club it was in, has been given a brand new cover by its publisher, Presses de la Cité, and is available as a regular purchase.
It’s lovely to see my book out and about, even if I don’t understand what people are tweeting about it. Wish I’d paid more attention back in the day, in room 52…
A couple of people have posted photos of my book in different places, too – here’s one in Paris, by French blogger Karine Fléjo, who kindly agreed to me using it here.
My book, in Paris. Wow.
As for Baby Dear, we are just past the middle of the blog tour, so I’ll be posting more about that when it’s over, but I’ll say again – THANK YOU, to all the amazing bloggers who have given their time and a corner of their blog to my baby. High spot of the week was reaching 18 in the Crime category on Amazon UK – a big category, so I’m delighted with that.
I’ve drunk quite a lot of Prosecco this week, but hey – I can celebrate my baby, can’t I? And my new small girl…