First, allow me a moment to have a little squee that Ryder and Macy's story, At The Billionaire's Beck And Call? is out in the US. (It'll be out in Australia and NZ in November.) This is my favourite of my books so far and RT called it a "sweetly sexy romance". Okay, moment over. Thank you for indulging me. ;)
So, I'm thinking a lot about languages. My first book is out in Italian and Spanish this month and I can't wait to get author copies and scan over the words. Is that strange? I should note, I can't *read* Italian or Spanish, but I really, really want to see them.
When I was at high school, I did a term of French and a term of German, like everyone at my school. I can remember how to count to ten in each language and the names of some desserts. (Thus allowing me to order up to ten chocolate eclairs if I have the need.)
I also did two years of Japanese and coincidentally for this post, I found one of my hiragana texbooks a few days ago. I remembered pathetically little, but did feel I could maybe brush up a bit and get all my year 10 skills back (which was a long way from anything resembling fluency).
Then at uni, I did a year of Russian, which means I remember some of the alphabet and a lot about vodka. But I'm about to dig out my Russian textbooks because this year Harlequin announced they're spreading to Russia. I can't tell you how excited I'd be to get a copy of one of my books in Russian.
So, I speak very little of any language other than English but I'm ridiculously thrilled about seeing foreign language editions. I blogged yesterday in Argentina and my blog post was translated into Spanish. I stared at the screen for ages, trying to work out which word was which, and called dh in to show him.
Share with me a moment - do you speak other languages? Is a language other than English your first language? Is there a language you always wanted to learn?