A funny exchange with a friend recently. Already rather bemused by my fairly colourful/convoluted/dysfunctional career path, she overheard me discussing my forthcoming publications with another friend. “A COOKBOOK? WHAT!? You’ve written a bloody COOKBOOK now?” she exclaimed. No, I explained. Not a ‘cookbook’. But a ‘Cook book’. As in – a book about James Cook, …
Meaghan Wilson Anastasios 