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Different Kinds of Home

This summer, for the first time in over six and a half years, I’m visiting my hometown in the country I grew up in. There are twenty-four-hour coffee shops in walking distance and a perfect swimming lake only ten minutes’ drive away. I’m using words like “sidewalk” instead of “pavement” in my conversations for the first time in years. It’s all so different from my life in the last several years – and all so deeply, comfortingly familiar, even in the details I’d forgotten during my time away.

I’m still staying connected to my home in the UK, though, as I work on the very, very last of my line edits to Courting Magic, the novella I’ve written as a followup to my Unladylike Adventures of Kat Stephenson trilogy. (It comes out next Tuesday, hurrah!) Courting Magic is set in 1809 England, five years after the final Kat book, and not only is it keeping me in touch with my British home, but as Kat fights magical crime, enters Society and falls in love, it’s a literary homecoming for me. I’m coming home to her world and family, one of my very favorite homes as a writer.

Courting-magic-cover-preview copy

What about you guys? Where do you feel most at home in the world? And are there are books that make you feel at home, no matter where you are in the world?

5 thoughts on “Different Kinds of Home

  1. Hi Steph! πŸ™‚

    It’s odd, I feel most at home outside in the wide open space of grass and trees, where birds sing and a gentle breeze fills the air. πŸ™‚

    I LOVE that cover by the way, so magical! ❀

  2. I’ve moved so often (the longest I’ve lived in any house is two and a half years) I can’t pick a specific place that makes me feel at home, but I have a ‘thing’. Or ‘things’.
    Sofas.
    Yup, I am a sofaholic.
    I immediately feel at home anywhere there’s a comfy sofa and I’m allowed to have it all to myself. As for books, anything by Diana Wynne-Jones, read on a squidgy sofa, will put me in a little bubble of joy.

  3. I nest! I still miss the first house that I had because it was all my own space and nobody else ever dropped stuff in it and expected me to tidy it up…. I would be at home again there straight away….

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