In a change from our regularly scheduled bacon sarnies, this week I got to hear good mate MG Harris nattering about books in a slightly more glam context. The launch party for the third Joshua Files book, Zero Moment, transformed Oxford Blackwell’s into a riot of excited readers and luminous cake. MG even dished a big secret about Book 5! Now, if only I can persuade her to give me her Lime Cheesecake cupcake recipe…
I confess, I snagged an early preview so I read this a while ago – but gosh, Zero Moment really does live up to its limited-edition glowing green cover. If you’re not up to speed with all things Joshua File-y, I suggest you kidnap the nearest 11-year-old boy and insist he fills you in. (Then let him go again: it’s only polite.) Josh leaves Oxford for Mexico once again, with Mum and Tyler along for the trip, but a thrilling buggy ride across the sand ends in disaster. This time Josh isn’t the one in obvious danger – but while he’s chasing one set of bad guys, there’s another lot closing in. Throw in some nifty time-travel and a car chase on a winding Swiss mountain pass that will leave you utterly breathless, and you have, undubitably, the best Joshua book yet – and that’s high praise indeed.
The downside of having finished the first draft of The Poppy Project is that this week I had to read it. Ugh. AL Kennedy sums up the state of mind beautifully in this weekend’s Guardian: could do better.
Discovering that Wii swordfighting brings out my, um, forceful tendencies; watching so much BSG that I sincerely pondered the potential charm of an invisible blonde giant whispering in Poppy’s ear all through draft number 2; lamenting the de-relaxation properties of cancelled yoga classes.