I wasn’t able to load the back page of Apple Thieves on my earlier post, so I’ll do it here, at the end of the same day. I’m sitting in my 4th floor window, feet up on the window ledge, in my Ikea rocker (4 stars for comfort) looking out at the church and reading Murakami’s What I think about when I think about running — which I recommend — and something he said makes me think of something I keep thinking: that is, how good it feels when you share a moment with a total stranger. Once, can’t remember which book that was, but in it I wrote a poem about something funny that happened in the metro between 2 teenage girls who were talking so much they almost missed their stop. I was smiling to myself and I looked up and caught the eye of the guy across the aisle, and we both laughed out loud. It happens pretty often and it always feel good: on a bus there’s an incident and you know the woman opposite you is feeling exactly what you do and your eyes catch.

Anyhow I’m going to try and upload the back cover of my new book, with the description and the extracts from reviews and hope it is of interest to someone. Then it’s going to be time for dinner. The sky is full of fluffy clouds, hardly any downpours today.

Beverley Bie Brahic