Kiwi star Anna Paquin is being immortalised in a comic book - but some are questioning her cartoon likeness to the real thing.

Charlotte Grimshaw's new novel stars a National Party leader tipped to be the next Prime Minister. Does this man resemble anyone we know? Linda Herrick reports

What do Maori haka, Fijian firewalking and yoga have in common? According to a book by Canadian writer Andrew Potter they are all part of an authenticity hoax.

Pared prose brings mystic peace.

Travel writer and historian William Dalrymple talks to Canvas books editor Linda Herrick about tantric rituals, animal sacrifices and the swirling politics of the Indo-Pakistani region.

From global success with the His Dark Materials series for younger readers, Philip Pullman returns to revisit the Christian story.

Christianity rewritten.

The Morells' son on was the result of a mix-up at a fertility clinic in which another woman was implanted the couple's embryo.

A book for teenagers by an unknown Australian tipped to be the next J.K. Rowling goes on sale here on Monday.

Books about authors who are struggling to write can be overly indulgent and introspective.

Kati Kasza's father instilled in her a love of plants and the importance of seeking quality.

Dame Fiona Kidman is back with a new volume of poetry that traces her Irish roots.

War from the horse's mouth.

The historical preoccupation with Gallipoli becomes easily comprehensible when you remember that 8141 Australians and 2721 New Zealanders died during the brief campaign.

An artistic diversion from bloody reality, writes Steve Scott.

Another Anzac Day remembered (this is the 95th anniversary) and another clutch of books with military themes have appeared...

A palatable picture of the past.

After making a name for himself in the children's book market as an action writer with the Young Bond series, Charlie Higson has moved on to futuristic horror. He talks to Stephen Jewell about the undead.

For historic and emotional reasons many Americans have always had a love affair with France.

Self is a profoundly anti-romantic writer, which is to say that he's a romantic with his back turned and his buttocks bared, so naturally he begs to differ.

Few books make me laugh out loud but there was a point where I laughed so hard while reading this one I had to put it down.

I finished writing a book this week. There are 74,945 words assembled into 12 chapters, which should leave me with a nice sense of achievement, but there is nothing nice about it.