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A fabulous party

my hair's neat and everything...

I decided to go all out and dressed up in full-on ’30s glam. My dad did a double take, and my mum said that I looked just like old photos of my grandma.

That's my dad at the front, smiling

The Viola party at the Grosvenor House Hotel was so much fun. Thanks so much to everyone who came along and made it such a special night. I did a reading and managed to say ‘brasserie’ instead of ‘brassiere’…

Marcus played Jeff Rona’s viola waltz so beautifully — I had tingles.  And you can get the full version on itunes:

At the end of the night, I’d had so much fun, I didn’t want to take out my hair pins and go to bed…


Exciting news!

natasha with richard and judy

‘The Novel in the Viola’ has been selected as one of Richard and Judy’s ‘Summer Reads’! I’m so thrilled — I’ve been keeping this a secret for a little while and it is so lovely to finally be able to tell everyone!

I filmed my slot with R and J this afternoon (they were so nice — asked thoughtful questions and put me at ease) and then went for cake-for-lunch to celebrate.

Thanks to all of you blog readers for your support and messages over the year. It’s so lovely to be able to share this with you…

Tulips to remember


Warm Sundays remind me of being a teenager and days and weeks abandoned to the pleasures of ‘Jane Eyre’, ‘Rebecca’, ‘Pride and Prejudice’, ‘Wuthering Heights’, ‘Emma’. I still remember the feeling of discovering those books for the first time. The shock of Mr Rochester’s deception, the passionate cries of Cathy ‘I am Heathcliff‘. This wasn’t melodrama, this was romance and I read without irony or laughter, longing for a Heathcliff of my own. While writing ‘The Novel in the Viola’ I wanted to create that sensation in a reader again. We might now know better but I hope I can remind the reader of those seemingly endless summers when we fell in love for the first time with Darcy, Knightley, Max De Winter and Mr Rochester.

These tulips were a gift from my friend Mrs D, in San Francisco. She asked me to plant them in my garden and remember the afternoon Mr S and I spent them. The story Mrs D told me that afternoon inspired some of Mr R. You can read about that here.