There Is Cruelty In The World Eliza,

I Can't Bear To Be On A Train Without A Book", She Announced. " It's A Form Of Self-defence In A Way" .

The First Thing He Noticed Was How Quiet It Was. This Was Nothing Like The Kind Of Quiet He Heard When He Woke Up In The Middle Of The Night After A Bad Dream. When That Happened, There Were Always Strange, Unidentifiable Sounds Seeping Into His Room From The Tiny Gaps Where The Windowpanes Weren't Sealed Together Correctly. At Those Moments He Could Always Tell There Was Life Outside, Even If All That Life Was Fast Asleep. It Was A Silence That Wasn't Silence At All.

He Looked Down And Did Something Quite Out Of Character For Him: He Took Hold Of Shmuel's Tiny Hand In His And Squeezed It Tightly. "you're My Best Friend, Shmuel," He Said. "my Best Friend For Life.

I Like The Idea Of Standalone Novels. I Always Found With Series Of Books, It's Something That Publishers Love Obviously Because They Can Make A Lot Of Money And They Build An Audience From Book To Book, But I Don't Like That As A Writer. I Prefer The Idea Of Just Telling A Story, Completing It Within Your Book, And Moving On And Not Forcing A Child To Read Eight Of Them.

It's Not Easy Making A Living As A Writer, And For Many Years I Worked At A Waterstones In Dublin. It Was A Good Environment For An Aspiring Writer, With Lots Of Events And Authors Appearing.