(friends call her Nelly C, but only if they dare!)
By day, Nell Crumb is the picture of sweetness – pink cardigan, polka-dot dress, and a basket that always smells faintly of sugar glaze. She spends her afternoons at the library, where she insists on reading books in their true form – paper, ink, and the comforting must of age. Her latest obsession is Frankenstein – she says she relates to the monster’s misunderstood heart.
But once the sun dips behind the kirkyard, Nell’s thoughts wander to the ‘what ifs’ – what if her little stitched friends came to life one night? What if she could bake something… sentient?
Her guilty pleasure: Greg’s yumyums, always in twos – one for now, one for later – she says. (Rumour has it she sometimes keeps the second as an offering to appease the ghosts of old authors.)
She’s delightfully odd, a sprinkle of sweetness hiding a fascination with the slightly macabre – and that’s exactly how she likes it.
