Author photograph: Nikki Holland
SARA CROWE
Agent: Juliet Pickering
Assistant: Finlay Charlesworth
Sara is an actress and author of two novels, CAMPARI FOR BREAKFAST and MARTINI HENRY, both published by Doubleday.
Acting credits include The City Madam for the Royal Shakespeare Company, Acorn Antiques: The Musical, and Calendar Girls. Sara won an Olivier award for Best Supporting Actress for her role as Sybil in Private Lives.
Sara is currently working on a third novel.
Praise for CAMPARI FOR BREAKFAST and MARTINI HENRY:
'Full of poignancy, humour and shafts of startling perception.' - Daily Mail
'Deeply eccentric and very, very funny.' - Mark Gatiss
'Reads like a cross between I Capture the Castle and Love, Nina with a pinch of Adrian Mole.' Cathy Rentzenbrink, The Bookseller
'A quirky, unexpected delight.' Sam Baker, Harper’s Bazaar
CAMPARI FOR BREAKFAST
Contemporary, 304 pages
Transworld, April 2014
In 1987, Sue Bowl's world changes for ever. Her mother dies, leaving her feeling like she’s lost a vital part of herself. And then her father shacks up with an awful golddigger called Ivana.
But Sue’s mother always told her to make the most of what she’s got – and what she’s got is a love of writing and some interesting relatives. So Sue moves to her Aunt Coral’s crumbling ancestral home, Green Place, along with a growing bunch of oddballs and eccentrics. Not to mention the odd badger or two . . .
There she fully intends to write a book, fall in love, and learn to live decadently.
MARTINI HENRY
Contemporary, 416 pages
Doubleday, Jun 2016
In 1988, seventeen-year-old Sue Bowl has a diary, big dreams and £4.73. What she wants most of all is to make it as a writer, as well as stop her decadent aunt Coral spending money she doesn't have.
Living in their crumbling ancestral home should provide plenty of inspiration, but between falling in love, hunting for missing heirlooms and internship applications, things keep getting in the way.
So when a young literary professor moves in and catches Sue's eye, life begins to take an unexpected turn . . .