There’s a thin dividing line between being loyal to your parents and exorcising the demons they cause in your life. I tried to exorcise those demons by writing a novel, Infinite Stranger, about the very close yet complex relationship between a mother and daughter, and the unattainable man who came between them. More specifically, it [...]
I’m delighted to reveal that my historical novel, Teatime for an Empire, will be published by The Book Guild in the spring of 2027. This feels like the perfect moment to share why this story has meant so much to me. I was born in Cyprus many moons ago, and lived with my family in [...]
It all started the day my mother received a letter from the Town Council, denying her application for an extension to our living room. She was gutted. All her dreams of that longed-for extension, which would have added a good eight feet to our poky back living room, had gone to dust. My heart cried [...]
With the recent launch of Artemis II, the first moon mission in 54 years, it’s got me thinking about more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Okay, full disclosure: that’s Shakespeare, not me. But still, do you get the vibe? When we look into space at night and gaze at the [...]
The following passage is from my novel,The Diary Keeper, set in Kraków in the snowy winter of 1992 - not unlike the one we're living through right now! The book is a tongue-in-cheek love story about a cranky photocopy-shop owner, Leo, and a mysterious young woman, Tamara, who keeps returning to his shop with a [...]
Forget the turkey. (Poor thing – but that’s another theme altogether.) Forget the presents. Forget the dressing-up, the pomp, the nicely-laid table, and all the stress and expense leading up to this special day. There’s only one thing that really counts, and I’m sure everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving knows what it is. Yes, of course. [...]
My first love? Hmm. That's a tricky one. Was it the gorgeous, dark-wavy-haired Colombian teenager I fell in love with when I was eleven? The one at my international school who said ‘hi’ to me once? Nope. Okay, was it the equally gorgeous Italian waiter in Llandudno when I was fourteen? The one who gave [...]
Wendy Skorupski 