It was 1956 and Eric Newby, the man who would become one of Britain's most admired travel writers, was stuck in a fitting room with a designer, a model and a lady with a mouth full of pins.

Actress Michelle Langstone shares her secrets as a bookworm.

Stories of young, attractive women desperately trying to escape their small-town roots by allowing themselves to be seduced by older, apparently more worldly men, are not new.

Kiwi chef Leanne Kitchen's latest cookbook celebrates the many flavours of Turkey, as well as its culinary history.

Jeffrey, Lord Archer, to the photographer: "Isn't she awful?" Me, to the photographer: "Isn't he awful?"

Bernard Beckett tells Graham Reid about writing for the savvy teens of today.

Charlotte Randall is an award-winning New Zealand author whose novels reflect someone utterly in love with the potential of language.

British author Joanna Trollope, who is in Auckland next week, talks to Stephen Jewell about her new book and the trouble with raising boys.

Scarlett Thomas has penned a chatty, delightful easy read about friendship, love, and making those hard, life-defining choices.

Conor Lovett is a virtuoso actor and widely acclaimed as the best living interpreter of Samuel Becket's work.

Childhood memories and an inspiration from the past are part of the rich tapestry of themes woven into Kim Edwards' novel.

The newest edition of the New American Bible will replace the words "booty", "holocaust" and other phrases.

A fantastic companion for a trip around New Zealand, offering fascinating insights as to why the passing countryside looks the way it does and how some of the more remarkable tourist attractions came into being.

Paula Green reviews three new volumes of poetry from New Zealand writers.

What went wrong at Whitcoulls?

It is a truism in the publishing industry that very few Kiwis get rich by writing a book.

Though Sue Orr's new collection of short stories, From Under The Overcoat, references short stories by literary greats such as Nikolay Gogol (The Over Coat) and James Joyce (The Dead), don't hold that against it.

A sickbed obsession culminates in moving musings about the beauty of our world.

One of the pleasures of reading an essayist as eclectic as Geoff Dyer is that one can go within a few pages from regarding him as a fount of wisdom (when his opinions match yours) to thinking he's a pretentious phoney (when they don't).