(My daughter was very confused about the competition – she thought you were all coming over to our house to take part in some kind of challenge – but she was happy to decorate the competition receptacle and close her eyes to select…..*drumroll*
Suzana from Bookalicious! Send me an email (em@emilygale.co.uk) with your details and I’ll post your copy on Monday.
Thanks to all who entered.
That’s me, that is! Huge thanks to brilliant fellow-newbie author Sophia Bennett for taking a snapshot of this most thrilling of moments. Fifteen! The age of my inner teenager, and my fictional one – it’s like it was meant to be. I may break out into song…best put your fingers in your ears.
I swear I didn’t pay Open To Persuasion to say those lovely things…
Emily Gale deals with some very difficult and complex topics with a sparkling mix of wit, humour, and intelligence. The characters have real depth, and while the story themes may not be new, their telling is original, and the story is moving and hilarious in just the right quantities. read more here if you like…
(maybe not 50 times a day though). 
In a nutshell: I’m a YA novelist and picture book writer with a profound inability to wear appropriate shoes.
. . . my parents used to call me Kojak (=70s television show about a big bald man who sucked lollypops and solved crime). I have more hair now and prefer stinky veiny cheese to lollypops. The only crimes I solve are figuring out which one of my children smeared peanut butter on the sofa.
. . . I used to write a fictional magazine column. It was nearly as much fun as writing novels because I could pretend to be someone else, which is one of the things I love about writing. And that’s definitely not because I don’t like being myself…I do, just not all the time.
. . . I nearly trod dog poo into a very famous person’s house. My saviour came in the form of some dried leaves, plus an entire bottle of Chanel No.19 (what a waste!). I don’t wear Chanel No.19 any more. This is probably my most overused anecdote. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.
. . . I have experienced stage fright similar to what my character, Kass Kennedy, goes through in Girl, Aloud. Only I didn’t pee myself. Honest, Guv.
. . . I am scared of chickens and pigeons and geese and magpies and – okay, I am scared of all birds. But I am not scared of spiders.
. . . I’ve been living in Melbourne for nearly two years, but I’m still a Londoner at heart.