There is something magical when you do a reading and you feel people connecting and responding to the characters and the story by nodding, chuckling, laughing, and gasping...it was incredible to sense Ian's character (with his very 'Ianesque' way of talking) coming alive and being taken in by the listeners as I read Chapter Two of The Boy Next Door.

Suddenly, in the room, a brash, boisterous seventeen year old had strode in with his broken car radio and from his first words to Lindiwe he seemed to have everybody's startled and amused attention.

Lindiwe's voice too was undeniably present, strong in its intelligence and shyness; it really felt that these two very different teenagers were meeting for the very first time, their story beginning, and about to unfold in this Zimbabwe of the early eighties.

Fiction, I love it!