Santa Montefiore

Novelist

Santa Montefiore was born in Winchester, England, United Kingdom on February 2nd, 1970 and is the Novelist. At the age of 54, Santa Montefiore biography, profession, age, height, weight, eye color, hair color, build, measurements, education, career, dating/affair, family, news updates, and networth are available.

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Date of Birth
February 2, 1970
Nationality
United Kingdom
Place of Birth
Winchester, England, United Kingdom
Age
54 years old
Zodiac Sign
Aquarius
Profession
Author, Writer
Santa Montefiore Height, Weight, Eye Color and Hair Color

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Santa Montefiore Religion, Education, and Hobbies
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Education
Exeter University
Santa Montefiore Spouse(s), Children, Affair, Parents, and Family
Spouse(s)
Simon Sebag Montefiore
Children
2
Dating / Affair
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Parents
Charles Palmer-Tomkinson, Patricia Palmer-Tomkinson
Siblings
Tara Palmer-Tomkinson (sister)
Santa Montefiore Career

Career

She worked in London before writing any books, first in public relations for outfitters Swaine Adeney and then for jeweller Theo Fennell. She has worked as a shop assistant in Farmacia Santa Novella, the perfumery, and in Ralph Lauren's events.

She sent her first book to several literary agents, using a pen name in order to distance herself from her sister. Jo Frank of A P Watt expressed an interest in this, but Hodder & Stoughton sponsored her to a bidding war, with Hodder & Stoughton giving her a six-figure advance. Since 2001, Montefiore has published at least one book. Four of her books are set in Argentina, where she spent 1989 as a gap year teaching English. Her books have been dubbed "beach-read blockbusters" and have sold over six million copies in 25 translations.

She counts as her literary influence. Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas; House of Mirth by Edith Wharton; Gabriel Garcia Márquez, Eckhart Tolle, and Daphne du Maurier; Isabel Allende is just as important to her as she is.

The Royal Rabbits of London, a series of children's books published by Simon & Schuster, has co-written with her husband. 20th Century Fox has acquired the film rights and is in the early stages of adapting the film for the big screen.

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'We suspected there had been an earthquake,' said Eden Confessional.' Santa Montefiore, a best-selling author, discusses the spooky events surrounding her sister Tara Palmer-Tomkinson's death

www.dailymail.co.uk, October 16, 2023
EDEN CONFIDENTIAL: Santa Montefiore, the best-selling author, has admitted that so many things went wrong in the night, when her sister, the irrepressible socialite Tara Palmer-Tomkinson, died that there was an earthquake. Santa, 53, who is married to scholar Simon Sebag Montefiore, writes: "The night she died we were reading strangely." I was about 1.15 in the morning, and I never turned the lights out that late.'

No, you're not going mad: The Mind Doctor MAX PEMBERTON reveals seeing the 'ghosts' of those you've lost is just proof of the power of love

www.dailymail.co.uk, July 23, 2023
Dr Max Pemberton (inset) of the United Kingdom discusses the brain's tools of cope with grief as he focuses on Santa Montefiore's (pictured) account of her late sister's spirit. 'I, too, have talked to many patients over the years who have described seeing, hearing, or feeling people after they've died,' he says.

With AMANDA PLATELL and many others who link here, novelist Santa Montefiore wrote about her sister Tara Palmer-Tomkinson six months after she died, she hit a nerve

www.dailymail.co.uk, July 18, 2023
AMANDA PLATELL: Reading Santa Montefiore's account of how her sister, Tara, appeared sitting on her bed one night, six months after she had died, I thought: 'Yes! So it's not just me who has been visited by a family from across the grave. I am not crazy, I am not alone.' It was around two o'clock in the morning, seven years ago, when I awakened to discover my brother, Michael, sleeping at the end of my bed. My older, beautiful brother died of cancer almost three decades ago. He was everywhere, with his warm smiles full of compassion and reassurance, assuaging me that it would be fine, he was here.