I’ve had a four-book run of grief stories (so yes, brace for the reviews) and Victoria Hannan’s Marshmallow was the last before I changed gears and chose some lighter books.
Marshmallow tells the story of five friends, who have been close since meeting at university. The novel begins with the friends in their thirties – questions about careers, relationships and plans for the future play at the back of their minds, for what dominates is the one-year anniversary of a terrible accident. Continue reading →
01. Morning walk was accidentally interrupted by breakfast at Cumulus Inc. (BTW that’s a smoked trout frittata with crème fraiche, and madeleines with bergamot curd in the background).Continue reading →
I did away with ‘top tens’ a few years ago, and instead I finish the reading year with a recap of the books that are still speaking to me (less about four and five-star ratings, more about what has stuck). Continue reading →
This time last year, I was feeling really worn out as a result of Melbourne’s COVID situation (little did I know how much more was ahead). I certainly wasn’t doing much reading, despite having oodles of time on my hands.
This year, I was supposed to be at Ningaloo Reef, diving, and snorkeling with the whale sharks, before heading to Perth tomorrow. We cancelled the trip a few weeks ago because Melbourne was in another lockdown, and Western Australia have been firm on keeping their borders closed until states have weeks of zero cases. I appreciate the irony that right now, Melbourne is the place to be, given that the bulk of Australia is in lockdown – had we been in Western Australia, we’d be stuck in a hotel room. Continue reading →