I love are books that challenge readers to think for themselves. Think Suzanne Collin’s The Hunger Games, Veronica Roth’s Divergent and Cory Doctorow’s Little Brother – books that make the reader believe that they have a voice, a future and inner strength capable of facing any enemy. Glaze is a smart, slick book that does just that.
9 May 2014
It is 1996 and eight-year old me has no idea that one of the most important books I will ever read is about to be published.
In fact, I only found the book years later in a pile of old paperbacks my Mom bought at a jumble sale. The tattered midnight blue cover with the embossed silver script immediately caught my eye. And so did the first line.
13 May 2014
Ours is a geeky household, as evidenced by the Funko Pop! figures in our kitchen, because there is just nowhere else to put them.
We attend Free Comic Book Day at Reader’s Den every year, which is the one day a year local comic book fans get to dress up. Warren and I didn’t dress up last year, or the year before, so as we walked away with armfuls of comics and collectibles, I made a decision to give it a go in 2014.
Črna zanka means “Black Tab” in Slovene, according to Google Translate.
It’s also the title of the Slovene translation of Dark Poppy’s Demise!
Sharp Edges comprises six chapters written from six different perspectives. Here are a few quotes that capture the mood of some of these chapters.
13 September 2013
Cat Hellisen, Sarah Lotz and I hosted our first Young Adult masterclass at the Open Book festival on Wednesday 11 September 2013.
19 September 2013.
I have just arrived back from a whirlwind publicity tour of Joburg. In one sentence – it was hot, exhilarating and awesome.
9 October 2013
I’ve been hard at work getting the word out about my new novel Sharp Edges so I thought I’d share some of my recent activities.
After Dark
“Shathley!”
“I’m coming, Ma.”
I can’t really see where I’m going behind the stack of plastic garden chairs I’m carrying down to the cellar. I keep knocking into things, like my junior kickboxing trophy, now lying in three parts on the floor. The worst is having to navigate the stairs, so I have to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, praying every time my foot hovers unsteadily over the next step that I won’t fall.
My foot lands on the telltale creaky floorboard letting me know I’ve reached the bottom. Exhaling with relief, I drop the stack of chairs and spot my mother fussing over a vase of white lilies.
3 May 2013
The Dispatch Online has posted the full interview I did with The Times a few weeks ago.
Sally Partridge