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June 8th, 2016

Falling by Jane Green“Her compelling tale reflects an understanding of contemporary women that’s acute and compassionate, served up with style.”―People

“The kind of novel you’ll gobble up at a single sitting.”—Cosmopolitan

“A smart, complex, character-driven read.”—The Washington Post

“Warm, witty, sharp and insightful. Jane Green writes with such honesty and zing.”―Sophie Kinsella, New York Times bestselling author

In a novel of changing seasons, shifting lives, and selfless love, a story unfolds—of one woman’s far-reaching journey to discover who she is truly meant to be…


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Pontoon Party Boat

August 22nd, 2016

Jane Green Pontoon

Hours spent shopping for picnic hamper items for pontoon: 4

Hours spent on pontoon: 9

Hours spent dreaming of pontoon when not actually on it: 6

Hours spent writing: 15

When I met Beloved all those years ago, my children were very tiny, and we spent that first summer having glorious picnics at the beach, and going out on his boat. His boat is old. It is not very big, and not the slightest bit luxurious, although it wins points for being a classic Boston Whaler. If a somewhat basic one. One day he decided to take me to Long Island on his boat, and it was so bumpy, I think I may have dislocated my bottom.




August 8th, 2016

Jane Green SpeechI have just come back from an author event where I had to make a 15-minute speech, and no matter how many times I do it, I am always struck by horrific nerves before I get on stage. It is fine once I start, but the bit beforehand is awful.

I never thought making speeches would be part of the job requirements as a writer, but over the past 20 years I have realised how important it is to give a good presentation.



Culinary Charms

August 1st, 2016

Jane Green RegattaHours spent planning regatta food: 5

Hours spent prepping regatta food: 19

Hours spent cooking at regatta: 17

Hours spent recovering: 70

Hours spent writing: 0

The last of the regattas has just happened, and once again, I took on the food. Every time I do this, about halfway through I wonder what on earth I was thinking, and then I remember that I would much rather be busy and doing something than sit around for two days doing nothing.



Impromptu Arrivals

July 25th, 2016

Jane Green RabbitHours spent chasing Stanley: 3

Hours spent cuddling Stanley: .5

Hours spent buying food and chew toys for Stanley: 4

Hours spent writing: 0

My NBF, who I have not seen since her bonkers supper club in New York a couple of months ago, texted me yesterday to say they were about to be driving through my town and could they come over for breakfast.

Other people might have been horrified, but there is nothing I love more than people dropping in unexpectedly. Wait. I must rephrase. There is nothing I love more than people I love, dropping in unexpectedly. Especially NBF’s.



Man Flu

July 18th, 2016

Jane Green HUsbandHours spent rolling my eyes: 4

Hours spent feeling compassion: .25

Hours spent feeling guilty about not being more compassionate: 26

Hours spent writing: 0

Our household has just come down with a serious case of man flu. When I say our household, I mean Beloved, but we all felt his pain.




July 12th, 2016

Jane Green Hamilton costumeHours spent perusing colonial costumes: 6

Hours spent getting into corset: .5

Hours spent getting out of corset: .5

Hours spent not quite breathing: .25

Hours spent singing Hamilton: 24

Hours spent writing: 0

Because I clearly am not filling every available second of every day, I decided I would have time to organize a Hamilton singalong at my local theater.

In case you missed my previous post about Hamilton, everywhere within a forty mile vicinity of New York seems to have been struck with Hamilton fever, all of us obsessed with the music from the award-winning musical currently on Broadway.



Key Parties

July 5th, 2016

His and Hers ChickensHours spent gossiping with friends: 4

Hours spent making soup: 1

Hours spent worrying about no one wanting to swing with me: .01

Hours spent writing: 0

I was very sad to hear about Victoria Wood’s death. She was a fixture of my youth, and to this day, when I bring soup to the table, I totter madly with a crooked grin and set it down in front of my children saying, “Soup, Madam?”

My American children have no idea what I am talking about, but it amuses me every time.




June 28th, 2016

Jane Green's PerfumeHours spent spritzing with perfume: 2

Hours spent spritzing with more perfume: .5

Hours spent telling stories: .2

Hours spent writing: 0

A little while ago I was asked to tell a story for The Moth Radio Hour, which was recorded in front of a live audience at the Cooper Union in New York.

Last week, I did it again, joining four other storytellers on a stage at an old and lovely theatre, this time in Boston. We all met up the night before for a rehearsal at a local radio station, then went out for a group dinner. The team at The Moth were fantastic, as were the other storytellers: a Jamaican writer, a doctor, a Puerto Rican actress, and a fireman.



Jane Green

Jane Green is the author of seventeen novels, including sixteen New York Times bestsellers. She has over ten million books in print, and is published in over 25 languages.

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