Under no circumstances are you to leave her in a bookstore unsupervised.

– My bank account

I buy more books than I can afford, read everything I can get my hands (or eyes) on, and write only when I can think of literally nothing else to do. I think the Internet is excellent and I’m constantly delighted by all the creative ways people find to use it. But I also think it is a rabbit hole that makes time disappear.

I’m constantly reading all sorts of things, and I love recommending books to people and/or sending them fun articles to read. So if you’re ever in need of something interesting, all you have to do is ask. My comfort reading genres are children’s books and adult non-fiction, but honestly, I’ll read pretty much anything. I’m trying really hard to branch out of my comfort zone and try something new. So if you’ve read a book which you’re dying to tell someone about, I’m the person to approach. I love talking to bookish people, and I’d love to hear all about your latest literary crush!

I’ve written two books for children, The Monster Hunters (Duckbill Books, 2013) and When Santa Went Missing (Puffin Books, 2014).

I also enjoy visiting ancient monuments, comparing mugs of hot chocolate in different eating establishments, and people who use unusual words in everyday conversation. I don’t enjoy pigeons, low ceilings and posing for photographs.

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If you want to talk to me about anything, feel free to email me at parinitashetty90@gmail.com. I’m generally very nice. I will only ever threaten to stab you with a pencil if I haven’t been properly fed.

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    • I blame my hatred on traumatic childhood experiences. Twice – not once but twice – a pigeon sneaked in to my house while the house was empty. When I got home from school, the pigeon hid for a bit before deciding to go completely mental; it would flap its wings at me sinisterly before flying all over the house because the idiotic bird forgot how it got in.


      • @Parinita: I’ve had the same experience with bats. Worse, they would fly around madly, hit the fan, and then die in some corner of the room. Gross! I can’t stand most birds anyway.


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