My Year in Books

It’s been a big year of everything for me this year, but particularly literature. I spoke at my first (and second) literary festivals, completed my second year of a creative writing degree, met… Continue reading

Literary Legacy: Marvellous Marian

The first time I bought a Marian Keyes novel with my own money, I sobbed. So hard my boyfriend (at the time) had to lead me to a bench and sit me down… Continue reading

Kirstibot Strikes Again

Secretly, my favourite thing is the ‘What Would I Say’ site ( Every few weeks someone will post a link from this website, which compiles past Facebook statuses, jumbles them together and generates… Continue reading

For Ian Gordon

It was via a text message earlier in the week that I was informed of the passing of Ian Gordon. I only met Ian once. It was only a few months ago when… Continue reading

In Memory of Sarah Broom

It was with a mild hangover and a brimming heart that I greeted the day following my first writers festival reading. I attended a great many luminous events, but read as part of… Continue reading

I Should Have Said I’m Sorry

The best thing about a mum is having the sheets tucked in just right. Mum was a pile of laundry on a Sunday, and it wasn’t the same in the summer. Just like… Continue reading

Coromandel Gold

I lift the light body of my little dog and carry him through the shallows. He’s frozen in fear in my arms. Whangapoua was the first place he came after his escape into… Continue reading


I write this entry the day after my mother’s birthday, on which I, as so often, begged her back. My mother was not only the first woman I loved, she was also the… Continue reading

On Activism, And The Man Who Came In My Eye.

Seated on Mumbai’s bloated shoreline, a man called Omar told me he wanted to be a Bollywood star. “But not all wishes become true,” he said sadly, already afflicted by the soap-opera insincerity… Continue reading

These Fires

We have been cold to the bone. And even under the hot stream of the shower, we don’t know how to get warm again. So it is, with love. We have been loved… Continue reading