It’s official. My book has travelled further across the world than my good self. I blame my mother for never taking me abroad as a young brat. She once took me to Saltcoats and told me we were in Spain. How wicked of her! I actually believed the lie for most of my life. Funnily enough, I’m booked for a brand new literary festival up that way! The following photographs of my book, however, have been taken in New York and France. My book is very lucky!