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 Anna Perera was born in London to a Buddhist father and Catholic mother and grew up twenty miles away with her head planted firmly in a book. Everyone knows books are a wonderful way to enjoy and escape this world and discover just about anything, and for Anna one of the saddest things in her life is the fact there's never enough time in the day to read all the stuff she wants. Once she started writing, she realised you could expand the universe and stretch time just by allowing the words to arrive and although she didn't get published for a while, she got there in the end. As you can see. . . . OK, she spent a few years teaching English in London secondary schools, and more time running a unit for adolescent boys who'd been excluded from mainstream school, but yes, you guessed it, she spent the rest of the time reading. That's when she wasn't gadding about of course, which she's quite good at, as she loves dressing up, travelling and seeing friends and family. She also loves hot air balloons, preferably those gliding over the Valley of the Kings in Egypt, or the South Downs in Hampshire. As well as walking and cuddling the family's golden labrador, there's nothing like listening to heartfelt music, plus riding horses that run like the wind. (Though not at the same time, naturally). She admires every kind of explorer, people who are passionate about their subject, and those with the guts to stand up for what they believe. Apart from mountains that touch the sky, Anna loves poetry, fairy lights, snow globes, peach coloured velvet, the lingering scent of lavender and old English roses. Plus wandering around Tate Modern or any art gallery anywhere in the world. Should her dreams come true then everyone would carry out little acts of kindness every day of their lives which would soon rid the world of violent speech, thought and action. And she'd look at the sea more often and remember eternity. |
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