“I didn’t catch much in the way of repetition, and certainly nothing that’s excessive or detracts from the story. It’s really, really good. You’ve managed to create tension between past and present, your protagonist is in an uncomfortable head space that the reader is anxious to see her get out of, I read it all in one go and was left super curious about what was going to happen with the shopkeeper and the umbrella. It’s really, really good.”—Ashley Schwellenbach
Me: Weren’t you bothered by The Hunger Games? Thing 1: No, it’s fiction. If it was real and happened to me or my friends, then yeah, that would be bad. Me: OK. Thing 1: You should put some blood in your book. Maybe somebody should die. Me: OK … Thing 1: Who?Who’s going to die? Me: Graupel? Thing 1: No! I like him!
“One of the first things I noticed about old Granny Trill was that she always seemed to be chewing, sliding her gums together in a daylong ruminative cud. I took this to be one of the tricks of age, a kind of slowed-up but protracted feasting. I imagined her being delivered a quartern loaf — say, on a Friday night — then packing the lot into her rubbery cheeks and chewing them slowly through the week.” — “Cider with Rosie” by Laurie Lee