AD/PR PRODUCT Lovely to be reunited with Tess and Gus again! Thank you @_frankiebanks and @orionbooks for sending me Ever After @KateEberlen Full review instagram.com/p/CwMkMUTIgIQ/… #bookreview #everafter #kateeberlen #booktwt #BookTwitter #uptoolatereading

Looking for the ideal beach read? My Venice holiday reading was Ever After by my friend @KateEberlen. It's a follow-up to her hit Miss You & asks: what happens after the happy ending? Romantic, poignant & real, with lots of Italian settings to enjoy 🇮🇹 hachette.co.uk/titles/kate-e…

MY NEW NOVEL is about the young Princess Diana. Her amazing, unlikely journey to the altar at St Paul's is the most incredible story. Researching it, I came across some fascinating bits and pieces, such as this. THE PRINCESS is out in August @welbeckpublish @BerkleyPub

It’s been YEARS, but alas, there is a new #bookreview over on Becca’s Books! 🌸✨🥰📖 Ever After by Kate Eberlen was a joy, whimsical yet emotionally charged, I was desperately hoping for a happy-ever-after for Tess & Gus! 💗 @KateEberlen @orionbooks beccasbooks93.wordpress.com/…

There were so many books published yesterday so choosing this week's column was harder than ever. However, the latest by @mikegayle is just 'glorious' and my pick of the week. I also adored Ever After by @KateEberlen and want everybody to read about Tess and Gus.

Happy Publication Day to this swooningly romantic book from @KateEberlen 😍😍😍 EVER AFTER out today. X

“The love story after the fairy tale” is how the author herself described it, and I couldn’t put it better myself ❤️ Happy Publication Day @KateEberlen - may #TessandGus soar 💫

Five on Friday with Kate Eberlen @KateEberlen jillsbookcafe.blog/2023/06/3… via @JillsBookCafe

@JanetEmson @LBRBsBlogs @JoannaLouisePar @ginstweeter @RachelSargeant3 @KellyALacey Many thanks for sharing my Five with @KateEberlen

Five on Friday with Kate Eberlen @KateEberlen jillsbookcafe.blog/2023/06/3… via @JillsBookCafe

SMALL TALK / BIG TALK   Miss S suddenly swung back into my room a couple of days ago. As I might have told you, she left this hospital after five months and moved back into her apartment in Rome, which had been adjusted for her to live in. She returned to use the pool here, and there she was, next to my bed, smiling, laughing and bursting with news from the outside world.   Apparently there are people out there who are noisy and energetic. There are smells, tastes and activity, and a mad, compelling world that has little to do with illness. She informed me that people want to be kind to the disabled; when they can, they help. They don’t pity you but are gratified to assist. It was great to see her and I was wild with pleasure and some envy that she is able to go about with such freedom and joy.   Isabella and my family are working hard to get me into another hospital in London, but it’s proving to be a slow, bureaucratic business. It might surprise you, but I am still here. When I will be in the actual outside world or even home - like Miss S - is another matter. But as she points out, she was in a far worse state than I was when she first came into this hospital. I should not despair or give up hope, yet. Later that day, I saw her in the gym walking on a frame and I was so pleased for her.   The days here are long. They are filled with a novel thing for me: conversation. My new best friend Lady G, a research doctor here, comes to see me most mornings when she can, bringing pasticcini, and we have long conversations comprised of family gossip, serious talk about AI and politics, and anything else that crosses our minds, from the lowest to the highest. At midday Isabella arrives to take care of me until supper, and we talk until she leaves. A friend asked what we have to talk about after so long together in this enervating institution, and at first I couldn’t think of a reply. “Everything” would have to be my answer. Again, as with Lady G, our talk rarely ceases, and I never find either of us dull.   Often at lunchtime one friend or another travels all the way to visit and there is more gossip about mutual friends and life in London which I miss, as well as disquieting talk about the collapse of civilization. I would have thought that my days would be only boring since so little is achieved; there is no forward momentum. These days are in complete contrast to the way I live in London, where mostly I am reading, writing and shuffling aimlessly around the house, lost in my own head. The only people I see there are Isabella and the kids, for a walk in the afternoon. Since my accident I’ve completely changed my life and I don’t regret it. I miss my previous existence because of my ability to do certain things, like scratch my ass and go to a restaurant, but these new conversations have proven to be a fascinating innovation.