Ariadne Oliver did not like her own books. It was like children, she reflected; you could feel pride for them or even affection, but you didn't like them. The fact that other people did, rather unsettled her.
"I adore your Sven Hjerson stories," a young woman chirped at her across the signing table, and Mrs. Oliver muttered vaguely in response.
"I'm not enjoying this," she whispered to her publisher between signatures.
"They're your fans," he admonished, "deal with it."
What she would do, she thought, was put this entire experience her next book. There was enough for a whole chapter.
Ariadne Oliver is such a
Smrtijedka
Ariadne Oliver is such a great character and you definitely did her justice in this :).
Isn't she the best?? Thank
Kahvi
Isn't she the best?? Thank you. :)
(You know I wrote a fully myrder mystery story featuring her for Yuletide, right? Anyway, I did that.)