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Lately it seems as though wherever I turn, inspiration follows. Perhaps I’m more open to it; perhaps it’s this glorious spring weather (I do tend to feel quite different in different seasons – maybe spring’s the season to feel ‘lighter’). Either way, I don’t really care as I’m quite enjoying this feeling of fruitfulness – so much so that I thought I’d take a quick little moment to share some of my sources of inspiration.


I simply cannot stop reading. Let me repeat this to make sure that you understood – I simply CANNOT stop reading. Any spare moment I have, my head’s in a book… or five. And if I’m out, I’m buying books. Isn’t it obvious that that comes with the job, you say. Well yes it is bloody obvious but it doesn’t make it any less expensive or life consuming for my poor dear spouse. Here’s a wee glance over my latest purchases and reads:


Catcher in the Rye – J. D. Sallinger

Perfume – Patrick Suskind

The Fine Colour of Rust – Paddy O’Reilley

The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Hare With the Amber Eyes – Edmund de Waal

The Ghost Writer – Phillip Roth

The Omnivore’s Dilemma – Michael Pollan

Stravinsky’s Lunch – Drusilla Modjeska

Autumn Laing – Alex Miller

First Love – Ivan Turgenev

I think these were purchased over a couple of weeks but, let me assure you, I haven’t spent anywhere near what you think. Most I picked up for $1 or $2 with the exception of The Fine Colour of Rust which was $4.99 on booki.sh. Local opp shops are brilliant for bargain books.


The Double – Fyodor Dostoevsky

Possession – A. S. Byatt

Stravinsky’s Lunch – Drusilla Modjeska

Crossing to Safety – Wallace Stegner

Dear Sun: the Letters of Joy Hester and Sunday Reed – Janine Burke (ed.)

James and the Giant Peach – Roald Dahl

The Shaking Woman – Siri Hustvedt

As you can see there’s no method to my reading madness. If it seems interesting or comes recommended, I’ll give it a go.


This book both frightened me and inspired me. Here’s a little excerpt from the notes that I made straight after reading. You simply must read it:

Does a double actually exist? I’m not sure. Was Golyadkin just mad – hallucinating this other person who seemed to be suffocating him with his presence? I don’t know. Not once did I not believe him though. Golyadkin’s reality was just that – a reality to me. Any doubt that crept in crept in stylistically. In the book’s dialogue and form. Either way, it was a haunting read. Is this what life is like? Maybe. There’s definitely lots of walking around with the thoughts of our own mind and our own mind only that happens, and well, who’s telling whether any of that is real or not?


This one is so exciting and inspiring! I’m actually writing this post from my first class (!) V Line window seat. Yay! The festival starts tomorrow (Friday 7th) and will run until Sunday. Port Fairy is such a divine little town, if you’ve got nothing on this weekend, head down. Among other things there’s a huge book sale running all day Saturday and Sunday and some great author talks. I’ll be poking my head into as many as time allows. The theme for this year is “Bringing it All Back Home” and will include the likes of Rachel Treasure and Edith Jesse Flanders.

For more info go to the Ex Libris website or download the program.

So, on that note, farewell from very, merry, delightful Port Fairy (well almost, I’m in Colac) and I’ll see you on the flip side. Watch this space for the lowdown on yet another writerly weekend away.

’til next time xx

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