01. Julia at the Melbourne Theatre Company. There’s a reason why Justine Clarke has had standing ovations after every performance (we were cheering for Justine and Julia). Of course, the high point is the reenactment of Gillard’s misogyny speech. Continue reading
01. Not our usual opera venue but fabulous to see Tosca this week. It’s in my top three operas – will never tire of the music (especially act III); loved the sets; loved settling into the music again (we didn’t get any opera last year); and although the possibility of hot chips at interval was strangely appealing, we didn’t succumb!
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I recommended to a friend on Twitter that she listen to the audiobook, Brat by Andrew McCarthy – it’s his memoir about the eighties (read by him).
And then this happened:
I squealed.
My kids came running. I told them that Andrew McCarthy had tweeted me. Before they could say anything (‘Who?’), I said Pretty-in-Pink-St-Elmo’s-Fire-Andrew-McCarthy.
It is possibly the highlight of my 11 years on Twitter. Continue reading
01. SBS’s Eurovision program. Sure, it’s a ‘non-competitive format’ but GO ICELAND! Continue reading
It’s time for #6degrees. Start at the same place as other wonderful readers, add six books, and see where you end up!
This month we begin with the classic teen novel, The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton. 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. Continue reading
As I did last year, I’m paying less attention to four and five star ratings and more attention to the books that are still speaking to me. Continue reading
It’s time for #6degrees. Join in and see which direction your book chain takes you.
This month we begin with controversial bestseller by a member of the eighties ‘literary Brat Pack’ – Bret Easton Ellis’s Less Than Zero. Continue reading
This week’s Top Ten Tuesday, hosted by The Broke and The Bookish, was supposed to be about happy bookish memories. But it has turned into my book NIGHTMARE. And it’s all because of this man:
