Over the summer I was on my way to work one morning and Minnie walked past me at South Station. She was taking the train back to NYC. She was alone, carried her own luggage, and was completely invisible amongst the commuters. Based on the direction she came from, I think she just walked from her hotal. Love her!
Linda Grant is a novelist and journalist. She won the Orange Prize for Fiction in 2000 and the Lettre Ulysses Prize for Literary Reportage in 2006. She writes for the Guardian, Telegraph and Vogue. Her latest novel, The Clothes on Their Backs was shortlisted for the 2008 Man Booker Prize. For further information including upcoming literary festivals bookstore readings etc see her website at www.lindagrant.co.uk
The People on the Street (Winner of the Lettre Ulysses Prize for Literary Reportage 2006)
Still Here (Fiction 2002)
When I Lived in Modern Times (Winner of the Orange Prize for Fiction 2000)
Remind Me Who I Am Again (Non-fiction 1998)
The Cast Iron Shore (Fiction 1996)
Sexing the Millenium (Non-Fiction 1993)
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Over the summer I was on my way to work one morning and Minnie walked past me at South Station. She was taking the train back to NYC. She was alone, carried her own luggage, and was completely invisible amongst the commuters. Based on the direction she came from, I think she just walked from her hotal. Love her!
That was great. Thanks for posting!
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