Posts Tagged: Australian Classics

On being a good or bad Australian

I’ve often thought that I am a bad Australian. I prefer European History to Australian History, I haven’t visited a great deal of my own country, I haven’t read much Australian fiction. I think my uncle was horrified a couple

On being a good or bad Australian

I’ve often thought that I am a bad Australian. I prefer European History to Australian History, I haven’t visited a great deal of my own country, I haven’t read much Australian fiction. I think my uncle was horrified a couple

On friends real and imaginary

There are some books that hit you, that affect you, that stay with you after you close the pages. When I started Playing Beatie Bow by Ruth Park, I would have never though this would have been one of those books.

On friends real and imaginary

There are some books that hit you, that affect you, that stay with you after you close the pages. When I started Playing Beatie Bow by Ruth Park, I would have never though this would have been one of those books.

On being prim and proper in the bush

I’m not really a bush girl – most of my out-of-doors adventures are at the beach, particularly at Goolwa, the beachside town where my partner’s parents have a shack. This week has been most glorious, as I have stayed down

On being prim and proper in the bush

I’m not really a bush girl – most of my out-of-doors adventures are at the beach, particularly at Goolwa, the beachside town where my partner’s parents have a shack. This week has been most glorious, as I have stayed down

On breaking promises

A book is like a promise. It’s cover, it’s blurb, it’s author are all promising us something, from the moment we pick it up. Tag lines on the jacket promise us ‘this is one of the best books I’ve ever

On breaking promises

A book is like a promise. It’s cover, it’s blurb, it’s author are all promising us something, from the moment we pick it up. Tag lines on the jacket promise us ‘this is one of the best books I’ve ever