stop… and take a minute to read this (it’ll make you smile like her… or is it a him?)

I don’t often do the re-post thing but when I stumbled across these I felt I just had to share them. Take a minute and read them. Really read them. They’ll make you smile… in gratitude, thanks, self love and respect. Thanks to Regina Brett who shared this list with us “to celebrate growing older” (Regina just turned 90!).

It’s so easy to neglect ourselves. Sometimes all we need to remind us of our value is something little like this.

Happy reading xx

1.  Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good
2.  When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3.  Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4.  Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
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it’s time for yet another book bargain!

This month I’ve had the pleasure of reading Ian McEwan for the first time – and I really do mean pleasure. If, like myself, you didn’t read this book when it was first released in 1998 you simply must hunt it down and read it now. The Book Grocer is stocking it for a lovely $10. Grab a copy ASAP. You’ll thank me for it. Until you do, enjoy the review.

Happy reading xx

Enduring Love, Ian McEwan

What were we running towards? I don’t think any of us would ever know fully. But superficially the answer was, a balloon.

Thus begins McEwans magnetic novel. His tone is careful and his prose observant, in this electric tale of love; obsessive, fleeting, enduring or otherwise. Continue reading

4th of the month book bargain time!

Apologies. Apologies. This month’s book bargain is finally here, albeit three days late. Let me assure you, though, you’ll find it was well worth the wait. You know the drill. Pick it up for 10 schweet dollars (!) at The Book Grocer in Northcote and read yourself into oblivion!

Happy new year & happy reading xx

Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy – one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.”

Tender is Fitzgerald’s writing, however, seldom the night in this purportedly autobiographical account of love, lust, marriage and yearning. Continue reading

on aunts

For my aunt who is my rock, my guide and my friend – and knows what this picture means…

Happy Birthday xxx

Aunts – Virginia Graham

Children, when you have gone your several ways,

And have sought the long day’s

Happiness, and the night’s elusive dream,

Incredible as it may seem

You will turn, at some moment, like thirsting plants

To your aunts.

Now, aunts are not glamorous creatures,

As very often their features

Tend to be elderly caricatures of your own.

Aunts use eau-de-cologne

And live in rather out-of-the-way places,

And wear pointed white shoes with laces

Tied in a neat bow.

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on love

Sitting in my usual window seat at my local this morning, sipping my usual cup of soy chai tea, I sent out a prayer to the Blogospheric Gods for some inspiration. Although, I must admit, my ‘prayer’ resembled more of a breakdown than an actual prayer (“f*&k this creative process… i just need wooooooords”), they answered! The BeeGees actually came to my rescue – unfortunately not in the melodically immortal form that I hoped but hey, we can’t have it all. Point is, they responded and inspiration came – in the form of the form of the Northcote Town Hall (see right). I just looked out the window and there it was, along with an ‘aha’ moment thrown in for good measure. It was (and is) beautiful. Huge, yet delicate. So stately yet so humble in the bicycle riding, veggie loving ‘burb of Northcote.

I’m not sure that it was the town hall itself that became the source of my inspiration though, as much as it was what it did to me. It reminded me of how to love, and how to love wholly and really. My dear friend Iris Murdoch was well aware of the type of love that I am referring to when she said:

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on mothers

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.

– Washington Irving

Happy Birthday Mum xxx

5 books that have kept me breathing

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Every now and then I find myself feeling quite nostalgic and reminiscing on the past few years or so; on the people I’ve met, the adventures I’ve been on and the things I’ve learnt… in books! Today I thought I’d share with you my 5 great book loves. These are the books that have kept me alive, afloat and breathing. These are the books for which I live. Continue reading

that thing you do

Each morning I get out of bed and, after turning on the kettle, I start thinking about writing. What I’m going to write for the day, what other people have already written for the day (those studious bastards!) and – on an off, blocked up day – all the things that I just can’t seem to get onto that damned page. In a way, writing is like my baby – there all the time, sometimes whiney and annoying, mostly a pure joy. I actually can’t physically imagine my life without it (when I did and ‘abstained’ for a couple of years convinced that my writing was total and utter B.S. I fell into a huge depression, but more of that another time).

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Because I have this thing in my life – my thing – my reaction is always one of bewilderment when I hear the words, “I’m bored with my life,” and I don’t mean when I hear them from a child (although I still struggle to understand how a five year old can be ‘bored’ in today’s day and age). So, when I hear a grown adult who can do whatever they want, whenever they want say those words, my life dissatisfaction radar starts going into overdrive. Ding ding ding diiiiiing.

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on gratitude

A little over a month ago I went to a panel discussion at the Melbourne International Film Festival (MIFF) on adapting Christos Tsiolkas’ The Slap for television. The discussion was both fascinating and confusing with at least three or four clashing opinions on how best to adapt a written work for the screen. There came a point in the discussion though, when a member of the audience commented on one of Tsiolkas’ characters – Manolis – in relation to how The Slap presented what it means to be Australian. In response, Tsiolkas voiced some ideas that spoke to me on a very personal level.

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