When I was a little girl my mother took me to Africa. I remember the plane, I remember that ominous feeling. I still get that feeling every time I travel to Africa. Something ominous hides in the streets, in the houses, behind the people, lurking in their minds, in their eyes. Still, whenever I feel lost I must travel here, the city of the lost, to find myself again.
When I was a little girl my mother took me to Africa. To be precise she took me to the province of …

“I have been writing as long as I can remember, and have always loved getting lost in books; some of my earliest memories are of my Mom taking me to the library.
I am a bit of a romantic and like to think that most of my writing has a dreamy kind of romance about it.”