Come on! You have to do it, don’t you…
The publisher usually sends five free copies. I kept one, sent one to my Aunty in Trinidad and gave one to my husband’s parents, my parents and my best friend’s mum. Which leaves… Damn! Where’s that gone, then? I’ve always wondered what other writers do with their freebies.
I’m a proud mother. Okay, the book doesn’t play Green Day’s ‘Basket Case’ on the ukulele or Cat Stevens on the acoustic.
But it’s mine. all mine.
Two tales – one based on an old Trinidad folk tale of Papa Bois, the guardian of the woods. The other story is inspired by a couple of trips to Lamu, the island off the coast of Kenya, populated by people, donkeys and cats. (The last time we were there, we were on a dhow sailing out into the lagoon at sunset. Some cliches are worth it.)
Twelve-year old twins Liani (never without her camera) and Cyril (”outside world – noooo!”) face down hunters, sniff out crapaux and set Spiderface on the path to a long and happy life.