Eleanor Wood's first book Gemini Rising was easily one of my favourite reads last year. And the author herself is pretty great - she's not afraid to interact with reader whether it's on Facebook, Twitter or Goodreads. Her own blog, The Perfect Mixtape is a quirky and quite hilarious mix of everything that's on her mind from fashion to writing, memories to running.
You can check out my review of Gemini Rising here but other than that it's over to the author herself for a guest post
Make A Wish
When I was a child. I was obsessed with wishing. On anything. Anything at all.
My friend Rachael bought a book about the wishing traditions of various cultures, and there seemed to be rather a lot of them. We studiously adopted every single one. If you get a crisp with a bubble in it, chew it exactly ten times and make a wish as you swallow. If you are a passenger driving over a new bridge for the first time, lift your feet up off the floor and make a wish. If you go through a tunnel, hold your breath and make a wish when you come out at the other end.
It became so ingrained that I still do it, almost without realising. I seek out wishes everywhere I go. When I went to Hong Kong, I visited the ‘wishing tree’. In Istanbul, I stuck my finger into the famous underground wishing stone. I have thrown so many coins into fountains, that I should probably start wishing for more money to make up for it.
This is probably why I'm a writer now. All the best stories, in my opinion, have an element of wish fulfillment to them. It’s why I was always drawn to the glamorous ones – from Jilly Cooper to Jacqueline Susann, via Sadler’s Wells – as well as the ones that reflected my own life.
It’s a cliché to say that books allow you to live a thousand different lives – but it’s a cliché because it’s true. Writing allows you to steer that fantasy ship all by yourself, like the ultimate ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ story.
This is in my head a lot at the moment because I am writing a story that involves the fulfillment of so many long-held wishes. Pop stars, backstage passes, music festivals… I have never grown out of my habit of feeling like I’m living through it all myself. I can write the kind of boys I wish had existed when I was 17 (let alone wanted to go out with me…). Crucially, I can make my characters make far better decisions than I ever did and reap the rewards.
For my thirtieth birthday, Rachael gave me a bracelet engraved with the words ‘may all your wishes come true’.
These days, all my wishes have come true. Even the ones that haven’t.