I’ve never read Marie Kondo’s book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organising. It’s safe to say I never will. Cleaning up just isn’t a topic I want to learn more about. But the gist of the book, from what I’ve heard, is pretty good. It goes something like this: put your hands on everything you own, ask yourself if it sparks joy, and if it doesn’t, thank it for its service and get rid of it. Continue reading “The 100 Page Challenge”
I guess you could say it started with the most significant relationship in my life. Fathers have their place, but mothers are the ones who make us, forming our bodies within their own. Once we are separate physically from their womb, we women continue to be made by our mothers to some extent, as we mold ourselves either in the same shape as our mother, or purposely into another. Continue reading “The Most Significant Relationship”
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 “Magda Szubanski’s ‘Reckoning’”
I’ve just finished Dani Shapiro’s book Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage, and I’m a little frustrated. Not because the book is bad and I’ve wasted my time – no, it’s quite charming. I’m frustrated that it has been undersold by being labelled a book predominately about Dani’s marriage, when in my view the book is far bigger than one relationship. Continue reading “Hourglass: Time, Memory… Marriage?”
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 “Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah”
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 hit me right in the feels in two completely different ways.
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 “Book Review: The Ocean at The End of The Lane, by Neil Gaiman”