In the corner of my bedroom, on permanent display, is the greatest thing I own:  this amazing picnic basket. I fell in a weird kind of love with it while Adrian and I were working on a project in Vancouver and he bought it for me for Christmas that year. It’s at once the epitome of both Downton Abbey...

Now I so wish I could just write about how awesome this moment was yesterday when I faxed over the signed option agreement to my Hollywood Friend who’s championing the novel. But in all honesty, I feel that I have to let Page 6 have first crack at this. I can hint though:  someone who’s cast 50...