It’s that time of year, the time when I remind people of all the books that I’ve been pushing on them over the last twelve months. The first nine are in no particular order: Continue reading
Today marks the end of the 20 Books of Summer reading challenge, hosted by Cathy at 746 Books. After a slow start, I romped it in with days to spare, although haven’t written detailed reviews of my final two books – Our Endless Numbered Days by Claire Fuller and Whiskey and Charlie by Annabel Smith. It was a strong finish. Continue reading
Last week, Katie of Bookish Tendencies wrote a post about attending her first author talk (Lauren Fox talking about Days of Awe, so I’m jealous, obvs). Katie asked fellow bloggers for a few pointers on being “…not such an awkward dork…” at book signing time (her words, not mine). I don’t have any tips but her post did make me think about author talks I’ve been to. And it’s many. Because I’m a bit of an author-event tart (I’ll blame the fact that I have lots of opportunities through events such as the Melbourne Writers Festival and regular author appearances at my local book shop, Readings).
So purely for my own records, I’ve put together a top ten list – five of the best author talks I’ve been to – Continue reading
Although it makes it no less painful, somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re prepared for the eventual death of your grandparents and parents. It’s the order of life. But you’re not prepared for friends to die.
When I was a teenager, I would often go to my grandmother’s house after school. One day I turned up to find her crying. She’d just discovered that a close friend had passed away, and that now she was the only one left in a group that had been affectionately known as the ‘old girls’ (despite having met in their twenties!). My 14-year-old self-centred mind had never even considered the prospect of friends dying, let alone grappling with the grief my Nanma was experiencing after losing friends that she’d had for over fifty years. That moment left a big impression on me and Lauren Fox’s Days of Awe reminded me of it.
Isabel Moore’s life is tipped upside down when her best friend, Josie, is killed behind the wheel in a single-car accident.
“Her rusty 11-year-old Toyota skidded off the slick road like a can of soup rolling across a supermarket aisle.” Continue reading
In light of my post about my Netgalley habit and the fact that after June 19th I’ll have oodles of reading time (because exams will be over), I’ve decided to join Cathy’s 20 Books of Summer reading challenge. Except that it’s winter here. And therein lies the really ace thing about reading – it’s suited to #ALLTHESEASONS. Yes, there’s nothing better than having sand in the crack of your paperback (you thought I was going to say something else, didn’t you?) but it’s equally lovely to burrow under the doona, warm and toasty, and kill an hour with a book. Continue reading