Little did I know that fateful February day that I would get my dream job working for the same amazing authors almost a decade later, and it would be my saving grace in hopefully the worst year any of us will have to live through. The rest of the month was a blur that I am sure is familiar to most of the BDH, reading my way through all of the Ilona Andrews books I could get my hands on. I didn’t surface for air until I finished what would always remain my favourite book by my favourite authors. It was the only dinner I would have that day. My boyfriend recognised the signs and put a pasty in my hand around Hammersmith (yes, he was a keeper has since become Mr Mod R). I started reading on the Tube journey from Hyde Park Corner to London Zone 6 where we lived. That was apparently a compelling enough argument for me, because I bought the book on Kindle right then and there. Oh well, it has a wolf in it.” Lord Bill. “Read it, wouldn’t scratch the itch right now.”īayou Moon by Ilona Andrews. If you can’t join them, read about them, as I always say. I minimised the document I was yawning through working on (Transcript of the Meeting of the Board of Directors), slyly opened my web browser and searched: “books about NOLA or the Bayou”.
Nothing helped, because where I really wanted to be was at Mardi Gras in New Orleans. English office procedures exhausted, in other words. We’d already passed around the emergency box of chocolates, and each person in turn had gotten up and asked “Who’s for a cuppa?”. I was in no mood to do any work, and neither were the other people in the office.
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