Holla
Just a reminder that this time next week, I'll be on a teen panel at the Hay Festival with writer Ann Kelley. Think it's sold out now, but here's the link.
When I'm finally done with the edits on the second grown-up book, I'll do a nice, juicy link-tastic post.
That's a promise.
Live on
Sarra x
Le temps sont durs pour le rêveurs...
- Sarra Manning
- I write tawdry teen fiction and articles about fashion, celebrity and zeitgeisty trends. I wear Old Navy, Dorothy Perkins and Marc Jacobs. I was born 50 years too late and 50 years too soon. I have a rich, inner life. I live in London and on my wits. And I'm softer than my face would suggest... But there are some things you need to know about me: 1. There will never be any more books in the Diary Of A Crush trilogy. READ THE DIARY OF A CRUSH LABELS BELOW TO FIND OUT WHY! 2. I can't reply to your messages if you don't have an active blogspot so I can leave comments. 3. My blog has all my latest news, including book releases. Also there are writing tips ALSO LABELLED BELOW! 4. If you're doing a book report, then Google is your friend. Just search my name. On the first page of your search, you will find pretty much everything you need. Hope I don't sound too cranky, but as well as the book-writing, I'm a jobbing journalist and I hate to have a backlog of unanswered emails.
4 comments:
Hey =D
My name's Tash, I'm 18 years old and from Scotland. I'm currently living in the Middle East, as I have been for the last six years. When I moved I was a scared, immature, naive twelve-year old with a thirst for stories and one hell of an imagination. I love/d (past and present tense cause I still do!) music even though I'm completely tone deaf - I can barely hum correctly - but I love listening to the lyrics and realising that someone has managed to capture a little bit of what you're feeling, and write a song about it.
Anyways, being the new kid in an International School was slightly lonely at first, and I found solace in the school library where after a little while I came across a book. It was pink with a picture of a girl with bright pink hair on it. Guitar Girl.
I completely fell in love with the book, the story and Molly and her being famous and playing her music and her songs and telling her stories. Even though I was pretty young at the time and had to ask my mum if it was okay to borrow, I got most of it (needless to say the drugs/sex didn’t really register). But libraries being libraries I had to check the book back in, and I never saw it for a really long time.
Then one day last year there was a library clear out and they were throwing away all the old books, if anyone wanted one they could take it by giving a donation to the library. In a box in the corner, slightly worn and missing a page, was a book with a bright pink spine.
I had to buy it, so with my donation given, I took the book home and re-read it for the first time in five years. This time, I understood it perfectly. It hit home. And once I was done reading the last chapter, I cried.
I wanted to be Molly, I wanted what she and Dean had, I wanted to learn to play guitar and start a band and go on a tour of the USA.
I didn't however. Now I'm packing to go to university and my mom asked me if i wanted to take the tatty old book with me, or if I wanted to throw it out. Needless to say its at the bottom of my bag and will still have pride of place on my shelf.
Wow this feels really, really strange, I'm highly doubtful that you'll actually reply to this so I'm not going to keep my hopes up or anything. I mean you're probably like extremely busy and famous with a million and one things to do and you probably have like a bunch of people that check stuff like comments on your blog for you.
But if you do happen to read it (which would be extremely cool) or even if one of your people do and pass the message along. I just thought you should know, because You said at the end of the book that One Song can change someone's life. I fully believe that. As much as I believe that one book can too.
Hey =D
My name's Tash, I'm 18 years old and from Scotland. I'm currently living in the Middle East, as I have been for the last six years. When I moved I was a scared, immature, naive twelve-year old with a thirst for stories and one hell of an imagination. I love/d (past and present tense cause I still do!) music even though I'm completely tone deaf - I can barely hum correctly - but I love listening to the lyrics and realising that someone has managed to capture a little bit of what you're feeling, and write a song about it.
Anyways, being the new kid in an International School was slightly lonely at first, and I found solace in the school library where after a little while I came across a book. It was pink with a picture of a girl with bright pink hair on it. Guitar Girl.
I completely fell in love with the book, the story and Molly and her being famous and playing her music and her songs and telling her stories. Even though I was pretty young at the time and had to ask my mum if it was okay to borrow, I got most of it (needless to say the drugs/sex didn’t really register). But libraries being libraries I had to check the book back in, and I never saw it for a really long time.
Then one day last year there was a library clear out and they were throwing away all the old books, if anyone wanted one they could take it by giving a donation to the library. In a box in the corner, slightly worn and missing a page, was a book with a bright pink spine.
I had to buy it, so with my donation given, I took the book home and re-read it for the first time in five years. This time, I understood it perfectly. It hit home. And once I was done reading the last chapter, I cried.
I wanted to be Molly, I wanted what she and Dean had, I wanted to learn to play guitar and start a band and go on a tour of the USA.
I didn't however. Now I'm packing to go to university and my mom asked me if i wanted to take the tatty old book with me, or if I wanted to throw it out. Needless to say its at the bottom of my bag and will still have pride of place on my shelf.
Wow this feels really, really strange, I'm highly doubtful that you'll actually reply to this so I'm not going to keep my hopes up or anything. I mean you're probably like extremely busy and famous with a million and one things to do and you probably have like a bunch of people that check stuff like comments on your blog for you.
But if you do happen to read it (which would be extremely cool) or even if one of your people do and pass the message along. I just thought you should know, because You said at the end of the book that One Song can change someone's life. I fully believe that. As much as I believe that one book can too.
Hey =D
My name's Tash, I'm 18 years old and from Scotland. I'm currently living in the Middle East, as I have been for the last six years. When I moved I was a scared, immature, naive twelve-year old with a thirst for stories and one hell of an imagination. I love/d (past and present tense cause I still do!) music even though I'm completely tone deaf - I can barely hum correctly - but I love listening to the lyrics and realising that someone has managed to capture a little bit of what you're feeling, and write a song about it.
Anyways, being the new kid in an International School was slightly lonely at first, and I found solace in the school library where after a little while I came across a book. It was pink with a picture of a girl with bright pink hair on it. Guitar Girl.
I completely fell in love with the book, the story and Molly and her being famous and playing her music and her songs and telling her stories. Even though I was pretty young at the time and had to ask my mum if it was okay to borrow, I got most of it (needless to say the drugs/sex didn’t really register). But libraries being libraries I had to check the book back in, and I never saw it for a really long time.
Then one day last year there was a library clear out and they were throwing away all the old books, if anyone wanted one they could take it by giving a donation to the library. In a box in the corner, slightly worn and missing a page, was a book with a bright pink spine.
I had to buy it, so with my donation given, I took the book home and re-read it for the first time in five years. This time, I understood it perfectly. It hit home. And once I was done reading the last chapter, I cried.
I wanted to be Molly, I wanted what she and Dean had, I wanted to learn to play guitar and start a band and go on a tour of the USA.
I didn't however. Now I'm packing to go to university and my mom asked me if i wanted to take the tatty old book with me, or if I wanted to throw it out. Needless to say its at the bottom of my bag and will still have pride of place on my shelf.
Wow this feels really, really strange, I'm highly doubtful that you'll actually reply to this so I'm not going to keep my hopes up or anything. I mean you're probably like extremely busy and famous with a million and one things to do and you probably have like a bunch of people that check stuff like comments on your blog for you.
But if you do happen to read it (which would be extremely cool) or even if one of your people do and pass the message along. I just thought you should know, because You said at the end of the book that One Song can change someone's life. I fully believe that. As much as I believe that one book can too.
^ Aw that's an awesome comment :) x
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