I can’t say for sure what prompted me to read Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane, although I do believe it was a combination of two factors: first, I was impressed by the speech Neil gave at an Arts University back in 2012. You know how these famous writers are – they put on a black robe and a silly little hat (google tells me those hats are called mortarboards) and then they start saying incredibly inspirational things. Secondly, a friend told me how much he loved the book, describing it as “a children’s book for adults”. The description sounded bloody awful, but intriguing. Continue reading
Whether you know Magda from her skits during the Fast Forward days (remember Lynne? “I said pet, I said love, I said pet”), or my personal favourite, Sharon Strzelecki from Kath and Kim, you will probably agree she’s become engrained as part of our collective Aussie comedy family. Continue reading
‘You’re quoting Snoopy the Dog, I believe.’
‘I’ll quote the truth wherever I find it, thank you.’ – Donald Shimoda.
Illusions, by Richard Bach has quickly become one of my favourite books, warranting me to reach out to the author and thank him for writing it. He’s in his eighties now and kindly replied to my email: ‘So glad to know you found the story, and the characters and their ideas touched you. They’ve worked in my life for a long time. I hope they’ll be lifelong friends for you, too!’ Continue reading
I have just finished Dani Shapiro’s book Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage, and I am frustrated. Not because the book is a bad read and I’ve wasted my time – no, I’m frustrated that it has been labelled a book which is predominately about Dani’s marriage. Continue reading
I’ve read ol’ Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert twice now: the first time I read it, which was 10 years ago, I FRIGGEN HATED IT. The second time, which finished it yesterday, I LOVED IT. I have to put my emotions in capitals because this book got me right in the feels in two completely different ways.