Ok, so I come home from the lengthy epoch-making journey around the corners of Australia (ok, to Victoria) and have done limited of anything other then eating, drinking and hanging with my beautiful new baby cousins; shout out to Charlie and Dustin (and I have got to admit, love the new baby smell). So no great "OMG! Tolstoy makes me wanna cry!" or "I peed myself with excitement when I read Jane Austin". However, there are quite a few things I wish to grab you attention with.
Heather; Is my cousin, is younger (a month makes a whole difference) definitively smarter and optimistic. So she has created a wonderful blog which I definitely implore you to go too. NOW! (you will find it here). We also are attempting a band. We've named it Jelly Fish in Suits, chosen from previous bedroom antics that were all legally filmed on camera.
Books;
So driving through old country towns you find incredible books. Mikey, my dad, found this incredible picture journal of the second war year by year, and I settled with a Herb book, a New Scientist (which every article alarmed me at my impending death of rickets and other possible causes) and this little gem;
FOSSIKING FOR OLD BOOKS, by Anthony Marshall.
Found at a truck stop, this is going to the head of the pile of my favourite books. It is about a second-hand bookseller and his run ins with thieves, books on eucalyptus, procedure on book fairs, nostalgia for the art of buying good quality books and much more. An exceptional book which I recommend to anyone.
(a review from the age.com here )
I also managed to score a book lent to me by my wonderful Aunty Tara. I haven't read it yet, but we have similar tastes and whatever she recommends, I love. Shown by my previous addiction to any novel by the legendary (and quite unknown) Walter Moers.
Anyway, hope your all keeping safe, and keep reading (cos I know I am :p )
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