Good Night, Sleep Tight, Mem Fox & Judy Horacek, Scholastic This book, first released over twenty years ago, has recently been released again, largely, I gather, due to popular request. This time Horacek has taken over as illustrator, and it’s a great read by this winning ‘Green Sheep’ combination. A babysitter is trying to put…
Life / December 11th, 2012
A while ago, I was asked if I would like to receive some titles from The Folio Society. And I said, well, yes. I’ve heard wonderful things about their books: the art, craftsmanship, quality and beauty. I could go on. Then these arrived in the mail and I was almost too afraid to open them…
Grimm Tales for Young and Old, Phillip Pullman, Penguin Classics This might seem a strange recommendation seeing as I have not read any Phillip Pullman books (although Adam has), despite the His Dark Materials series being high on my ‘to-read’ list. However, that said, I have always enjoyed the literary interviews in the media that…
I was watching the news on the television early this morning before the children were awake, as is my custom. Sitting there, sipping my coffee, listening to the journalists discussing running lists of what was going to happen later at the funeral of poor Daniel Morcombe and estimating the crowd numbers, I suddenly heard a…
This photo was taken early this morning at the train station, right after I’d missed the express I wanted, as I stood in the rain to make the most of the (mediocre) light for this birthday selfie. For today I am thirty-four years old. As much as I love birthdays (Presents! Cake! Messages!), I have…
The book launch for Crying in the Car was yesterday. Preparations for it, and the party we had at our house afterwards, wouldn’t have been possible without the help of Adam and my mother-in-law, so a big thank you, straight up for that. I took the camera down and got some photos before people started…
As seen on on Life in Publishing, a site discovered via Rose Powell on Twitter. It’s the kind of Tumblr that makes me joyous in all the flawed, knowing and cynical ways life does and I know I perhaps shouldn’t let it but damn it feels okay sometimes.
For context: First, Adam gets sick. Then this: Then this: Then, by Wednesday afternoon, it was my turn. [No picture. You’re welcome.] This virus-or-whatever couldn’t have been more spectacularly badly timed (two adverbs in a row! I must be sick!) but, hey, that’s life, eh? * I do want to tell you all…
At my six-week (blown out to eight) post-operation checkup, just as we were wrapping up our consultation, I stopped my surgeon from dismissing me by throwing in a quick question about exercise. Can I run again? Can I go to the gym and lift weights? What am I allowed to do, exactly? He stopped. For…
