Book review: Lyrebird Hill

Wednesday, September 10, 2014 Permalink

I have to admit that Lyrebird Hill  didn’t initially appeal. I’m not a fan of historical fiction or epic sagas and – stretching across a decade or two – Anna Romer’s second novel sounded a bit like the latter.

Nevertheless, I read a few glowing reviews and realised I should put aside any preconceived ideas as the book sounded quite appealing. And it most certainly was!

A rant (sort of): mobility scooters

Monday, September 8, 2014 Permalink

I try not to be too divisive here. After all, I am a nice person*. But I feel compelled to have a bit of a rant about… mobility scooters. (Yes, it’s true… I take on the big issues in this blog!)

When making my post-redundancy seachange I moved to a town near my childhood hometown (one I knew well from my younger years and one more affordable than coastal towns near my state’s capital). However… it’s actually commonly known locally as:

10 books I’ll always remember

Saturday, September 6, 2014 Permalink

A friend tagged me on Facebook to share the 10 books which have stayed with me in some way. Like me Sandy’s an avid reader so knew I’d be able to rattle off some favourites.

I have to admit though… it was much harder than I expected. And I have *possibly* cheated a little. So, without further ado, my 10 favourite books – in vague chronological order:

Website vs blog

Friday, September 5, 2014 Permalink

After making my seachange almost two years ago I went along to a local writers’ group. As I live in a community popular with retirees, the average age of the writers in attendance was a fair bit older than moi. I introduced myself and talked about my writing.

WW – bathtub reading

Wednesday, September 3, 2014 Permalink

People are often surprised to learn that I read IN the bath. Like it’s weird or something. ;-)

Probably far weirder than my bathtub reading is the fact that I now find it hard to read anywhere else.

The opposite to epicurean

Tuesday, September 2, 2014 Permalink

Occasionally when dining out I’ll tweet or facebook pics of delightful and decadent meals. More often than not they’re not actually  mine; rather they’re the choices of my dining partners who have a far more discerning palate than I could ever hope to develop or adopt.

I’d like to blame my childhood and the fact that I grew up in regional Queensland with limited options, so – other than the local Pizza Hut – I only ever went to two restaurants before I actually left home for University.