It’s been a few years since my husband first showed me this clip, but I still keep coming back for more. It’s like a carton of pistachio ice cream for the tortured writer’s self-doubting soul. Grab a spoon and feel the love.

A few weeks ago I had the great pleasure of hearing Elif Shafak speak at the Sunday Times Literary Festival in Oxford. When I booked the ticket, I had never actually heard of her. In general, I try to book a few events a year of things I’ve never heard of or would normally not […]