
01. A lovely morning spent at a Hefeteig cooking class as part of German Week Melbourne (Hefeteig is a sweet yeast dough that forms the basis for many pastries and cakes). Continue reading

01. A lovely morning spent at a Hefeteig cooking class as part of German Week Melbourne (Hefeteig is a sweet yeast dough that forms the basis for many pastries and cakes). Continue reading

Sample Saturday is when I wade through the eleventy billion samples I have downloaded on my Kindle. I’m slowly chipping away and deciding whether it’s buy or bye. Given that it’s almost #NovNov, thought I would tempt myself with a few more possibilities! Continue reading
I’ll admit that I pounced on The Ruiners by Ellena Savage because I wanted a bit of a sticky-beak. Continue reading

01. A brief post this week because there has been a lot happening on the home front… Continue reading

It’s almost time for Novellas in November, hosted by Cathy of 746 Books and Rebecca of Bookish Beck. Continue reading

Sample Saturday is when I wade through the eleventy billion samples I have downloaded on my Kindle. I’m slowly chipping away and deciding whether it’s buy or bye. This week, all three books are about swimming (if you’re new around here, swimming is one of my favourite activities). Continue reading

Guten Abend!
Yes, we’re only halfway through October but I’m fairly sure that other readers are doing what I’m doing… that is, making November reading plans. We have to be strategic given that it’s German Literature Month, Novella November and Nonfiction November. Continue reading

01. My last Birrarung Riverfest event – an eco-therapy session on Herring Island (the aerial pic of the Island is from here). It was stunning day for lying under the trees and connecting with nature. Continue reading

Sample Saturday is when I wade through the eleventy billion samples I have downloaded on my Kindle. I’m slowly chipping away and deciding whether it’s buy or bye. This week, all come from Shelley’s post about 2026 non-fiction award winners. Continue reading
I was the child who wouldn’t get out of the water. My parents would stand at the shore, yelling for me to come in. They’d have packed up all our gear and would start walking, before I dashed out to catch up with them – wrinkled like a prune, crusted in salt, and gloriously happy. Continue reading