Aaaaahhh!!! It’s HERE! I can’t believe I’m holding it in my hands.
I sat curled up on the couch for 20 minutes afraid to open the package, it was all a bit emotional. I finally plucked up the courage and BOOM!
The reason my desk looks like this, and I’ve been a little quiet on the blog is because of some exciting news!… I’M WRITING A BOOK!
When it was first published in Italy, Novecento produced critical controversy. Some people declared it epic, a masterpiece, the best book they had ever read; others instead were very critical, denouncing it as a meagre, hasty little story.
I only read it recently, but I found that amidst the discussions, everyone seems to loose sight of the fact that this is not a book, a novel, a story or a poem.
It has felt as though the eyes of the world have been glued to screens this summer, as we watch in horror as rolling news unfurls one unthinkable event after another. There is no need to read or watch sci-fi, as the apocalypse seems to be upon us – and it was worse than we could have imagined.