Reading the signs

Words can be all-powerful, as these three couples discovered. They reveal the romantic and unusual ways books brought them together…

Don’t write what you know; write what you love. Writing my first novel, Lady MacBethad, was like the bursting of a pipe. The words gushed out of me, and the story flew onto the page with a kind of fre

BETH felt her heart pound as she made haste towards the Whitechapel Road. Why had Mrs Mears let out such a cry and thrown down the newspaper with unseemly urgency? Why had she bidden her maid to fetch

What questions should today’s writers and artists be asking? Responses from authors at the Hay Festival and the TLS

I stop short of taking my next step. Somewhere amid the squeak-crunch of snow beneath my boots and the footfalls and heavy breathing of our labrador, Hobbes, there is something else. The two of us sta

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than