Best Selling Author in the UK

Best Selling Author in the UK

by | Nov 20, 2025 | Authors, Best Selling Books, Books, Emerald Book Club, UK

Julia Donaldson is the UK’s number one author by volume, having sold over 48.6 million units. She overtook J.K. Rowling in 2024, who is now the second-bestselling author by volume with 48 million lifetime sales. 

Donaldson’s lifetime book sales exceed Rowling’s by 600,000, according to Nielsen BookData. While Rowling remained the bestselling author in terms of monetary value, her sales to the consumer market of 48 million books were surpassed by Donaldson’s 48.6 million, Nielsen BookData said

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Julia Donaldson is the UK’s number one author by volume, having sold over 48.6 million units. She overtook J.K. Rowling in 2024, who is now the second-bestselling author by volume with 48 million lifetime sales. 

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About Julia Donaldson

Julia Donaldson is a children’s writer, poet, playwright and songwriter. She has written over 200 books for children and was the 2011-13 Children’s Laureate. She has collaborated with the illustrator Axel Scheffler on over twenty titles, including The Gruffalo and Room on the Broom. Julia has worked with many other illustrators, among them Rebecca Cobb (The Paper Dolls), Helen Oxenbury (The Giant Jumperee) and Nick Sharratt (Toddle Waddle). She has won numerous awards, including the Blue Peter Awards, the Scottish Children’s Book Awards and the Smarties Prize.

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Overall Bestselling Authors
William Shakespeare and Agatha Christie are generally considered the top two British authors by total estimated global sales of fiction books, each with an estimated 2 billion to 4 billion copies sold.
Bestselling Living Authors
  • J.K. Rowling, the creator of the Harry Potter series, has been the long-standing best-selling living author in the UK by overall sales value since records began (around 1998). Her book series is the best-selling in history.
  • Julia Donaldson (author of The Gruffalo and many other children’s books) has recently surpassed J.K. Rowling to become the all-time top author by volume (number of copies sold) in the UK. She consistently tops the list of bestselling authors in the UK on a half-yearly or yearly basis in terms of volume of copies sold
Other Notable Authors
  • David Walliams is another highly successful contemporary author, known for his children’s books, which are also bestsellers.
  • Authors like Richard Osman, known for the Thursday Murder Club series, frequently appear at the top of weekly and monthly bestseller lists in the UK.
  • In terms of popularity surveys of contemporary fiction writers in the UK, Stephen King (an American author) is often ranked as the most popular, followed closely by J.K. Rowling. 
Most Read Book in the UK

Most Read Book in the UK

by | Nov 20, 2025 | Books, Emerald Book Club, Reading, UK

The “most read book” in the UK can be interpreted in different ways, but based on popularity, A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens is cited as the most read as of a 2024 YouGov poll. However, based on all-time sales and other polls, The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien is often considered the favorite, with the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling being the best-selling book series overall. 

By popularity (2024 poll)
  • A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens was the most popular fiction book, with 68% of adults saying they have read it
By all-time sales and fan favorite
  • The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien was voted the UK’s favorite novel in the BBC’s Big Read poll.
  • The Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling is the best-selling book series, with titles like Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone frequently topping sales charts. 
Other popular and important books
  • Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell is a classic and a frequent contender for top spots in both popularity and sales lists.
  • To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee remains highly read, partly due to its inclusion in school curriculums. 

A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story of Christmas, commonly known as A Christmas Carol, is a novella by Charles Dickens, first published in London by Chapman & Hall in 1843 and illustrated by John Leech. It recounts the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, an elderly miser who is visited by the ghost of his former business partner Jacob Marley and the spirits of Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come. In the process, Scrooge is transformed into a kinder, gentler man.

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A Christmas Carol is consistently one of the most-read books in the UK, having been popular since its first publication in 1843. It is considered a classic and beloved Christmas tale, and the story’s enduring popularity is evident in its many adaptations and continued presence in literature lists and popular culture, note Amazon UK, Penguin Books, and The British Library

  • Immediate success: The novella was an instant success upon its release, with the first print run of 6,000 copies selling out within days.
  • Enduring popularity: A Christmas Carol remains a favorite with families and is frequently re-read during the festive season.
  • Cultural impact: The story is so influential that it is often cited as the most famous Christmas story ever written and has been adapted countless times for stage, screen, and radio.
  • Constant presence: It is a constant feature in lists of classic and festive books, such as those compiled by the BBC and Penguin Books
Cross Poem by Langston Hughes

Cross Poem by Langston Hughes

by | Nov 19, 2025 | Emerald Book Club

My old man’s a white old man
And my old mother’s black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I’m sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I’m going to die,
Being neither white nor black?

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You Poem by Pablo Neruda

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You Poem by Pablo Neruda

by | Nov 19, 2025 | Life Poems, Love Poems, Male Poets, Poems, Poetry

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Aubade by Philip Larkin

Aubade by Philip Larkin

by | Nov 18, 2025 | Articles, Life Poems, Male Poets, Poems, Poetry

Aubade
By Philip Larkin
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.   
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.   
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.   
Till then I see what’s really always there:   
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,   
Making all thought impossible but how   
And where and when I shall myself die.   
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse   
—The good not done, the love not given, time   
Torn off unused—nor wretchedly because   
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;   
But at the total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,   
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.
This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says No rational being
Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
That this is what we fear—no sight, no sound,   
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,   
Nothing to love or link with,
The anaesthetic from which none come round.
And so it stays just on the edge of vision,   
A small unfocused blur, a standing chill   
That slows each impulse down to indecision.   
Most things may never happen: this one will,   
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace-fear when we are caught without   
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave   
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.
Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.   
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,   
Have always known, know that we can’t escape,   
Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring   
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.
Character of the Happy Warrior

Character of the Happy Warrior

by | Nov 18, 2025 | Articles, Life Poems, Male Poets, Poems, Poetry

Character of the Happy Warrior
By William Wordsworth
  Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
—It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright;
Who, with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain;
In face of these doth exercise a power
Which is our human nature’s highest dower:
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
By objects, which might force the soul to abate
Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;
Is placable—because occasions rise
So often that demand such sacrifice;
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
As tempted more; more able to endure,
As more exposed to suffering and distress;
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
—’Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Upon that law as on the best of friends;
Whence, in a state where men are tempted still
To evil for a guard against worse ill,
And what in quality or act is best
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
He labours good on good to fix, and owes
To virtue every triumph that he knows:
—Who, if he rise to station of command,
Rises by open means; and there will stand
On honourable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait
For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;
Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,
Like showers of manna, if they come at all:
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
A constant influence, a peculiar grace;
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
Is happy as a Lover; and attired
With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;
Or if an unexpected call succeed,
Come when it will, is equal to the need:
—He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,
Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe’er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath much to love:—
‘Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a Nation’s eye,
Or left unthought-of in obscurity,—
Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not—
Plays, in the many games of life, that one
Where what he most doth value must be won:
Whom neither shape or danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpast:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name—
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven’s applause:
This is the happy Warrior; this is he
That every man in arms should wish to be.

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