Wow, it’s a big month for books around here. First there was the big Christmas round up and now this post! Next, I think I’ll take a break from book talk for a while. Rest up and read – hey, that sounds like a plan. I’ve got a few on the go. Here they are. Fahrenheit 451…
Read / November 13th, 2014
I know this says ‘older readers’, but I’m also aware of the range of reading skills that children can have. What might be deemed appropriate, either in level of difficulty or thematically, for example, will be different from child to child of the same age. So I’ve chosen the following based on the interests of…
Read / November 12th, 2014
While the days of my reading picture books with the kids are on the way out (*sniff*), as they now prefer to find and read books of their own choosing, I remain passionate about, and committed to, the wonders of picture books. Here are some choices for Christmas. The Wild One by Sonya Hartnett, illustrated by Lucia…
Read / November 11th, 2014
Not My Father’s Son by Alan Cumming, $34.25 I can remember the first time I saw Alan Cumming – Goldeneye was on TV the other week and as I was watching it, there he was, as ‘Boris’, and it all came back to me! How I’d seen him at the movies, in Goldeneye, all those…
Read / November 10th, 2014
This is it! The annual week in November that I turn over to looking at what books are available for Christmas, gushing – as ever – at the sheer amount of goodies on offer. Here are my fiction recommendations. Merciless Gods by Christos Tsiolkas, $24.95 Short story collections are certainly enjoying a revival of late, defying…
My birthday is next month and I’ll be 36 years old. Adam and I have been together since I was 18. Pretty soon – I won’t calculate the timing, although I could try – there will be a silent, cosmic clickover into a new half of my life: the half where I’ve known him…
I sent around the links to this video on social media, but neglected to do so here. Here I am, a couple of weekends ago, getting ice ‘dunked’ as promised after the marathon. (You might have to click through to see it.) Except, technically, this isn’t the same link as the first one I circulated….
Friday was the final day of my #miscpoetry project when the last poem was posted to Instagram and Facebook. In case you’re not aware of what the project was, it project began back mid-July as a way of injecting some creativity into not only my writing processes, but the way I use social media. I wanted…
Sunday is not for rushing. Minecraft totems, protectors against the night, are cast aside; the blinds are up, and comics are for reading. I crawl into his bed for cuddles – finding contentment in the dankness of morning breath and a wet kiss left on my cheek. You’re doing #nanowrimoprompt, right?
