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A NOTE ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The bit that goes inside the back cover...

S J Collins is a literary genius.  Three novels in under a year, and another three in progress - the woman is a maniac.  And one of these days she’ll write something sensible.  Born in a small seaside resort in North Wales at the end of the swinging sixties, she has spent her life in the service of her art.  Suffering the - irritatingly over - past life of a sex-crazed farmer; the interminable mundanity of a prison of normality; and the profound inconvenience of a hugely disabling anxiety state, in selfless sacrifice to the book-reading public.

Random photo that I took recently and quite like

Wedded interminably to the development of character over any sense of a believable - or even interesting - plot, her literary masterpieces are a delight to anybody with more than a passing interest in personality expansion.  Or to put it another way, how a person can manage not to say what they mean for four hundred pages.  That or anybody with a frontal lobotomy.

S J Collins’ contribution to the ranks of the literary hero is remarkable and selfless.  No more the strapping doctors, carpenters, publishers, magazine editors and journos.  Death to Ben, Harry and Dan! Emily, Caitlin and Holly!  She brings you dole queue jailbirds, layabout students, canal biologists and epileptic drummers!  Flaw, inadequacy, excessive emotion, outstanding limitations in the height department!  It’s what the world’s been waiting for.  Everybody knows that.  And yes, alright, a bit of incredible fucking wherever possible.  But they have to suffer for it first!

So don’t hesitate a moment longer, pick this one up from the shelf.  Read page 257.  And put it back again.  You really shouldn’t be in my bedroom anyway…

The author would like to point out that any comparisons with the character of the same name at the end of any of her novels, is entirely missing the point.   Neither is she related to any short men with a history of violent abuse, a mental health disorder or a chip on their shoulder the size of the Grand Canyon.  

She would also like to point out that any resemblance between any of her short male characters with a history of violent abuse, a mental health disorder or a chip on their shoulder the size of the Grand Canyon, and Oscar winning megastars living in Switzerland, is completely ludicrous.

S J Collins lives in Hampshire, England, with no cats, dogs or gerbils.  In her spare time she mindlessly bangs round things, sings outside the bathroom, designs ridiculously underpriced websites and business materials and attempts to change people’s minds about wind turbines.