How my imagination soared — the moon seemed so close that I felt I could reach out and touch it. And then my mind wandered: what are those noises out… - Irene Sabatini

The writing seemed to just spiral out of me, and if I had to pick a time when I really started this journey it would be that wonderful quiet morning on a verandah so many years ago in the Colombian countryside...

But that’s what’s great about books- they carry you up, out and away, lifting you away from the mundane to the extra ordinary.

I think that literature, when it’s good, as opposed to journalism, gives you the freedom to be the characters, to enter into their lives, their psyche and so their experiences become, in a way, yours.