Please welcome Imogen Robertson, author of The Paris Winter.
Imogen Robertson :IMOGEN ROBERTSON directed for TV, film, and radio before becoming a full-time author. She also writes and reviews poetry. Imogen is the author of several novels, including the Crowther and Westerman series. She was shortlisted for the CWA Ellis Peters Historical Award 2011 and for the CWA Dagger in the Library Award 2012. The Paris Winter was partially inspired by Imogen's paternal grandmother, a free-spirited traveler who set off through Europe with money sewn into her skirts.
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Chips, chocolate or cheese?
Oh cheese, every time! But then my husband talks about cheese for a living, so I’d get in trouble if I said anything else. On my research trips to Paris for the novel, he did plenty of research of his own.
Bridget Jones, Becky Bloomwood or Carrie Bradshaw?
Bridget Jones. I loved the book, and when the film came out I was single, living in London and working in TV so I felt very close to Bridget. Never managed to get Hugh Grant and Colin FIrth to fight over me though.
Wine, beer or vodka?
Please don’t make me choose. I lived in Russia for a while in the early nineties so I’d miss the vodka, I’ve spent too much time in France not to love wine, but I am British and beer is a bit of a religion here.
Camping or spa vacation?
That’s easy. Camping. I’d much rather be reading a book in a meadow rather than by a pool covered in skin nourishing gunk.
Water or mountains?
Any chance of an alpine stream?
Zombies or vampires?
Please, vampires have castles and as they are immortal can be very useful for historical research. Zombies just grunt and leave a terrible mess.
Dogs or cats?
Got to be a cat. I borrowed my mother-in-law’s cat when I was editing Paris Winter and she was very useful.
Coke or Pepsi?
Coke.
Coffee or tea?
Coffee. I’d never have written a book without it.
Dine out or take away?
Depends on my mood, but as the Winter comes on being tucked up at home with a take-out is lovely.
High heels, sneakers or flip flops?
Sneakers. In case I need to run away from the zombies you mentioned.
Physical Book or ebook?
For reading pleasure, a physical book. For taking everything I want to read with me when I leave the house - ebook.
Paperback or Hardcover?
Paperback. I’m afraid I bend spines.
Pen or pencil?
When I got my first book deal I went crazy and bought a beautiful fountain pen. I use it all the time.
Mad Men, Downton Abbey or Breaking Bad?
Can I just read a book instead?
Drama or comedy?
When I have the take-out on the sofa, I watch action movies.
Twilight or Hunger Games?
Hunger Games every time. I reckon I’d be brilliant with a bow and arrow.
Lipstick, lipgloss or chapstick?
Lipgloss. I just end up getting lipstick on my teeth.
Facebook or Twiter?
Facebook for conversation and Twitter for links and news. Though when I need to work I have to switch them both off.
Plot your entire novel or fly by the seat of your pants?
I always plot in advance - it stops me going up too many blind alleys when I write. That said, as the characters develop and start taking on a life of their own, the plot always changes. I’d worry now if it didn’t.
The Paris Winter
Maud Heighton came to Lafond's famous Academie to paint, and to flee the constraints of her small English town. It took all her courage to escape, but Paris, she quickly realizes, is no place for a light purse. While her fellow students enjoy the dazzling decadence of the Belle Epoque, Maud slips into poverty. Quietly starving, and dreading another cold Paris winter, Maud is hired by Christian Morel as companion to his beautiful young sister, Sylvie. But Sylvie, Maud discovers, is not quite the darling she seems. She has a secret addiction to opium and an ominous air of intrigue. As Maud is drawn further into the Morels' world of elegant luxury, their secrets become hers. And before the New Year arrives, a greater deception will plunge her into the darkness that waits beneath this glittering city of light.
Maud Heighton came to Lafond's famous Academie to paint, and to flee the constraints of her small English town. It took all her courage to escape, but Paris, she quickly realizes, is no place for a light purse. While her fellow students enjoy the dazzling decadence of the Belle Epoque, Maud slips into poverty. Quietly starving, and dreading another cold Paris winter, Maud is hired by Christian Morel as companion to his beautiful young sister, Sylvie. But Sylvie, Maud discovers, is not quite the darling she seems. She has a secret addiction to opium and an ominous air of intrigue. As Maud is drawn further into the Morels' world of elegant luxury, their secrets become hers. And before the New Year arrives, a greater deception will plunge her into the darkness that waits beneath this glittering city of light.
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