A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
Moira was the manager of a small charity in the Lake District for over 20 years, until it closed in 2014. She was usually to be found pushing paperwork grumpily around her desk, writing slightly anarchic newsletters, avoiding answering the ‘phone and dunking ginger nuts in oversize mugs of tea.
Her taste in reading tends towards non-fiction, which probably explains why she has a head stuffed full of completely useless information with nowhere to go except the general knowledge crosswords in the weekend papers.
She is now considering her options, one of which is to write a roman à clef exacting revenge on everyone who’s done her wrong in the last 30 years. Or possibly more. Depending on how good her memory is.
She writes poetry extremely badly, paints enthusiastically, embroiders beautifully, can’t arrange flowers to save her life and loves her cordless electric drill-driver to bits. (There’s a joke in there about drills and bits, if anyone can be bothered to look for it …) Given the opportunity, she goes for long walks all by herself because it saves her from having to make polite conversation.
She also has a deeply misleading habit of talking about herself in the third person.
(If you really want to know more about her, you’ll find an interview with her here.)
* There is a rumour that she once sent back a love letter with the spelling and syntax corrected in red ink. If true, this would explain a lot …