It's February, the month of lurrve. Not only does St Valentine's Day fall in the middle but after torturing ourselves with all those earnest, heartfelt and well-meaning resolutions in January, February should be the time to love ourselves better again.
Like a psychopathic killer in a scary movie, it creeps up on you, determined to do you harm. It stalks you, its hideous chill tainting the very air you breathe . . .
The Cupid Effect was my first novel to be published and it recently received a revamp with a new cover, which is why I wrote a new introduction to it, explaining why it is so special to me.
I, Dorothy Koomson, am not part of the ‘in’ crowd. You see, I am far too excitable and far too eager to share said excitement to be a hallowed member of club cool.
Take that woman in the jeep who almost put a dent in me – I suspect she wouldn’t dream of committing a crime by shoplifting in said supermarket but she quite plainly thinks nothing of being a lawbreaker when it comes to driving’n’dialling.
For me, the dream was always getting published, and then things got better and better – not only did I get published, but my third book, My Best Friend’s Girl, sold lots of copies in just a few weeks.