I’m finally holding my book in my hands!

Hard cover, very shiny.

I know I get only about 4 Ukrainian visitors a week but if, by some miraculous chance, you are reading this in Ukraine, I have some promotional copies.

Тиснить на ось цей ґудзик, залишайте своє відділення Нової пошти та все інше, і я вам надішлю примірника безкоштовно:

Нічого від вас не хочу, тільки подарувати книгу.

Come on, people. Just a bit under 2,000 left until 7 million. We can do it!

In the meantime, I’m awaiting the delivery of the author’s copies of my book – which everybody has received before I will – and roasting young turnips with garlic scapes and mushroom-infused soy sauce.

Love doesn’t arise from similarity of education, similarity of background, similarity of experience. Love arises from nothing and creates as it goes. And without it, chaos is indeed come again.

Elizabeth George, Playing for the Ashes