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Spending the weekend painting our (very white, very boring) hallway this lush colour🌲 Now we’re freaking out because it looks like a dark green forest-y CAVE. Somebody tell me this was a good idea!! 😱😬🤭
Last day at 99p! ✨ #holdbackthestars (on Kindle now) 💫
This is my favourite “sky” photo of recent times. And boy, do I take a lot of em 🌌🌠 #ihavethisthingwithskies
My mother used to make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. Every year she’d call, ‘Katie! There’s something for you on the doormat!’ And lo and behold, there would be a chocolate heart and a card with my name on. In my early-to-mid teens I remember her voice sounding different. ‘Katie! There really *is* something for you on the doormat!’ And that was the year I received my first Valentine’s card. ♥️ I remember being MORTIFIED, not least because it was from the boy my best friend had a long-time crush on. So I blushed and hid it, and my family (of which I was the youngest) went on and on and ON about my REAL Valentine until I was redder than a red heart chocolate. (I can’t remember if that year my mum bothered with the chocolate at all.) My best friend certainly didn’t speak to me that day. ♥️ And so I have strange feelings towards Valentine’s; a half-baked shame surrounding romantic declarations, mixed with the ‘isn’t this naff’ of my mid-to-late cynical thirties. But this year I look back and think: that card had a dog on it. If you pressed it, it squeaked. A SQUEAKING DOG VALENTINE. I probably should have married that guy. ♥️ All of which is to say, I bought this Valentine’s card. Not to send to my boyfriend (he’s not into that whole thing) but because it was the most on-brand card I saw, and frankly I was impressed that two foxes in space would accessorize their rocket-ship so goddamn well. I bought it for me. And I bought it for you, in case you, too, are harbouring dubious, vacillating feelings about outré romantic gestures. Happy February 14th, my friend. (Alas, no squeaking dog.) ♥️ #HappyValentinesDay
I mean, what to even caption this...? No way around it: gonna sound like a crazy cat lady. (PS am still a dog person. My heart simply expanded.) 💕
I’m taking The Light Between Us on a road trip today — but the roads of London and Uxbridge aren’t quite as beautiful as this photo by @lorenarebooks reading Thea and Isaac’s time travel story in Iceland! 🌌 Join me and the wonderful @rowanmcoleman at Ickenham Library tonight in Uxbridge to talk Fiction, Fate and the Future. Tickets are free but call 01895 558 271 to book. 🌇 Rowan Coleman wrote (among many of her stellar novels) The Summer of Impossible Things, a @zoetheball bookclub pick. We both approached time travel in different but complementary ways, and I can’t wait to discuss that and more with Rowan tonight! 🌃 Thanks to @lorenarebooks for the beautiful photo and even more beautiful review. I really appreciate your thoughts on this story. ♥️ 🌆 #TheLightBetweenUs 🌈💎💔🚪🌎✨
Sunset + storm clouds = [your best metaphor or description here?] ☁️🍊🌫
Hello, February. Blimey did January limp on or what? Anyway if you’ve ever pondered “I wonder what Katie’s book is like” or ”is it any good, tho?” or perhaps you’ve thought, “I should probably read that one day, but I don’t want to sink a load of cash on it in case it’s shit” — good news! Hold Back the Stars (Kindle book) is in the Amazon Valentine’s Sale until Feb 15th. 99p. Cheaper than a hothouse rose on a terrible date. Less likely (more likely?) to make you cry. 🥀💦