Kate Weinberg

3 weeks ago | waterstones.com | Kate Weinberg |Jojo Moyes

Join us for a special evening with authors  Kate Weinberg and Jojo Moyes to mark the paperback publication of Kate Weinberg's acclaimed novel, There's Nothing Wrong With Her.  ‘One of those books I will read again and again’ JOJO MOYES ‘The best thing you'll read this year’ KILEY REID‘So beautiful’ SARAH JESSICA PARKER‘Very funny, very touching’ DAVID NICHOLLS‘Moving, absorbing, evocative’ SARA COLLINS‘I devoured it….

2 months ago | thespectator.com | Billy McMorris |Arabella Byrne |Kate Weinberg |Lara Prendergast

Alexandria, VirginiaBack in February, the first grader sustained a scrape that left a tiny red dot on her leg. She requested a soft cast and a medevac chopper. She settled for a dollar-store bandage. She shouldn’t have: it turns out she was quietly bleeding to death from the inside. She would have continued to deteriorate had we not been alarmed by a toilet clog the week after she fell. The Band-Aid was invented in 1920 by one Earle Dickson, a New Jersey cotton buyer with a clumsy wife.

Jan 24, 2025 | thespectator.com | A.N. Wilson |Stuart Jeffries |Michael Farr |Kate Weinberg

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe bears one of the most famous names in world literature, though he is largely unread by English-speakers. He is most closely associated with the novel and dramatic form, so many would be surprised to know that he primarily spoke of himself, for much of a long life that spanned from 1749 to 1832, as a scientist.

Jan 20, 2025 | thespectator.com | Michael Farr |Stephen MIller |Stephen Miller |Kate Weinberg |Emma Smith

Georges Remi, better known as Hergé, the creator of Tintin, was a failed journalist. His first job after leaving school was on a Brussels newspaper, Le Vingtième Siècle, but boringly in the subscriptions department. His mind was set on becoming a top foreign correspondent like some of the leading names of the 1920s.

Jan 15, 2025 | thespectator.com | Kate Weinberg |Dot Wordsworth |Stuart Jeffries |Michael Farr

It’s half an hour before lights out when my dad arrives at my bedroom door holding Roald Dahl’s Danny the Champion of the World. He kicks off his shoes, loosens his tie and wedges himself next to me in my small single bed, his toes waggling in their socks as they regain freedom after a long day in the office.