Tea… a love story
I liked the opening for “Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children”
I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen. The first of these came as a terrible shock and, like anything that changes you forever, split my life into halves: Before and After.
I bumped into an old friend some time ago and she asked, “Have you written anything?” I loved that she asked that. I liked the idea that she thought that perhaps I had written something… even if I had written anything I would have said no because I would love to keep it a secret. I have a fantasy of seeing an old friend on the bus reading my book and ask them about it and if they like it I will go on and on about how bad I think it is.