As Christmas 2011 approached I took stock of my life. My mother was cleared and discharged from hospital, but my daughter was still critically ill. In the meantime my partner was in another hospital having his knee replaced and would be out of action and out of work for up to six months, and here I was with three children and about to become unemployed. Despite it all or, perhaps because of it all, I thanked that quiet place within my heart for leading me to make my decision. Meantime, Whispers was making sales and I was speaking to book clubs. More than anything, beyond 'fame' or monetary gain, I wanted my book to be read and it has given me the greatest pleasure to hear how much Rupert is loved.