I secretly love Magnum PI. Not the new show. The old one, with Tom Selleck, with his moustache, his teeny tiny shorts and the silly fighting scenes. I am not ashamed.
The Watchmaker of Dachau
2. I can’t iron. I really can’t. More creases seem to appear in the clothes; therefore, I have simply not ironed for over 10 years. I do not own an iron, I have no interest in purchasing one, and when I need things ironed I ask my friends/neighbours/mother, or generally just anyone who will do it for me. Including people off the street.
3. I want to be best friends with Stephen Fry. I have been on a mission for years to make this happen, and came close when I met someone who was good friends with him, but alas, I did not get to meet him. I am hoping that my operation will one day prove successful and we shall be the best of pals. I shall keep you posted.
4. I suffer from depression. Which means that some days I wander around my house like Miss Havisham, cobwebs and all clung to my un-ironed clothes, whilst I binge watch Magnum PI until the darkness fades and I become semi-human once more.
5. I prefer animals to people. Animals are just so lovely and nice. They want little from you and give a lot in return. People, on the other hand, annoy me. Especially when they linger in supermarket aisles, blocking the way for us quick walking folk who want our shopping done in less than 10 minutes.
6. I ran a marathon and hated it. I did it so I could say I had done it. Now I have. Never again. It was the most boring experience of my life.
7. I lived abroad for 10 years, mostly in Australia. It was hot there. Very hot. Too hot. Makes you-angry-kind-of-hot. I now don’t live there and I am not so hot, which makes me less mean and irritable. Unless, of course, you are the person blocking me in the supermarket aisle.
About The Watchmaker of Dacahu
An unforgettable novel of human kindness, inspired by an incredible true story.Snow falls and a woman prepares for a funeral she has long expected, yet hoped would never come. As she pats her hair and straightens her skirt, she tells herself this isn’t the first time she’s lost someone. Lifting a delicate, battered wristwatch from a little box on her dresser, she presses it to her cheek. Suddenly, she’s lost in memory…January 1945, Dachau, Germany. As the train rattles through the bright, snowy Bavarian countryside, the still beauty outside the window hides the terrible scenes inside the train, where men and women are packed together, cold and terrified. Jewish watchmaker Isaac Schüller can’t understand how he came to be here, and is certain he won’t be leaving alive.When the prisoners arrive at Dachau concentration camp, Isaac is unexpectedly pulled from the crowd and installed in the nearby household of Senior Officer Becher and his young, pretty, spoiled wife. With his talent for watchmaking, Isaac can be of use to Becher, but he knows his life is only worth something here as long as Becher needs his skills.Anna Reznick waits table and washes linens for the Bechers, who dine and socialise and carry on as if they don’t constantly have death all around them. When she meets Isaac she knows she’s found a true friend, and maybe more. But Dachau is a dangerous place where you can never take love for granted, and when Isaac discovers a heartbreaking secret hidden in the depths of Becher’s workshop, it will put Anna and Issac in terrible danger…A gorgeously emotional and tear-jerking read set during World War Two. Perfect for fans of The Tattooist of Auschwitz, We Were the Lucky Ones and The Alice Network.
About Carly Schabowski
Carly Schabowski worked as a journalist in both North Cyprus and Australia before returning to Oxford, where she studied for an MA and then a PhD in creative writing at Oxford Brookes University. Carly now teaches at Oxford Brookes University as an associate lecturer in Creative Writing for first and second-year English literature students.
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