Books of the Week: NOLA and a Novel

One entire strand of my life at the moment could be summed up by the phrase ‘NOLA and a novel’, but that’s a post for another time…

In the meantime, here are a couple of the books I read last week. I read three in total, but the third has its own separate post coming tomorrow, because it was sent to me by the publisher for review. The books in today’s posts were bought directly (Nine Lives) and loaned to me by a friend (Less).  Read more

A Tour Of New Orleans’ Most Famous Graveyard

Well, I couldn’t leave New Orleans without visiting the grave of Voodoo queen Marie Laveau, could I?

St. Louis No. 1 is the most famous graveyard in New Orleans, probably because she’s buried there. Nick Cage, despite still being alive, also has a grave there. Apparently he bought it after he visited a local voodoo practitioner for help with some life problems, and she told him he’d been cursed and would need to buy a plot in order for the curse to be lifted.  Read more

Providence, RI

“Where are you going next?”
“Providence, Rhode Island.”

With one exception, every person I said that to made a face that meant ‘ew, why would you want to go there?’

So I wasn’t expecting to like Providence, which was fine because I wasn’t planning to explore it. I’d be arriving late Saturday night and going straight to bed, then working until I got into a cab to go back to the airport on Wednesday afternoon. Work was a conference, and I was staying in the conference hotel, so I’d planned to just spend the whole time in that single building.  Read more

I’d forgotten how much I love it here

Hello, I’m in South Carolina, as you may have guessed from my constant ecstatic updates. Actually, since I queue up blog posts two weeks in advance, by the time this is posted I’ll be in the air on my way home again, mourning the lack of beaches and palm trees and humidity.

I knew it was my favourite place in the world, and I remembered almost crying in the airport when I had to come home, but remembering a feeling isn’t the same as feeling it, and when I arrived I realised what I’d remembered was just a shadow of how I’d actually felt.  Read more