Book review: A Kiss from Mr Fitzgerald by Natasha Lester

Thursday, May 12, 2016 Permalink

I confessed in my Sunday Post that I downloaded this book accidentally. I had no quarrel with the book itself or its Australian author, Natasha Lester. Rather, I’d assumed it to be a combination of two genres I just don’t read: romance and historical fiction.

I’ve talked before about why I don’t read romance (relationship-envy, cheesy sex scenes) but reasons for my lack of interest in historical fiction aren’t really obvious to me. And yes… I’m such a navel-gazing, self-absorbed introspective type you’d think I would have analysed that little foible. But alas… I usually just find I can’t relate so don’t even try.

But yet again… I’ve surprised myself.


Quiet desperation

Wednesday, May 11, 2016 Permalink

I’ve alluded to it and occasionally been pretty blunt about it, but I no longer write a lot (if at all) about my weight (etc) here.

However… I’m really struggling and feeling quite desperate. And wondering if this is the best place to share that.

Things that give me hope for humanity

Monday, May 9, 2016 Permalink

During my ‘blog every day’ challenge in April I used a variety of prompts, including the alphabet. And B was a no-brainer because Boaty McBoatface was making the news and making my week.

In that earlier post I commented that – the idea itself and the support it garnered… via social media AND NERC and some of its staff) – gave me hope for humanity. We weren’t as precious or without humour as I’d worried we’d become. We could still take the piss out of ourselves and have a laugh.

Book review: Britt-Marie Was Here by Fredrik Backman

Monday, May 9, 2016 Permalink

Last year a book called My Grandmother Sends Her Regards and Apologises was doing the rounds. I loved the title but – for reasons I now do not recall – didn’t get around to reading that book.

It wasn’t until after I finished Britt-Marie Was Here by Fredrik Backman that I discovered the Swedish blogger and columnist also authored ‘My Grandmother… etc’ and his latest had a quirky and beguiling warmth that makes me realise I would have loved to read about the apologising grandmother.


Weekly check-in

Sunday, May 8, 2016 Permalink

It’s Mother’s Day here in Australia so I’m tempted to start with best wishes – but as a non-mum it’s a reminder that motherhood is a privileged club to which I’ve not been granted membership – so a time I struggle with a little. Of course I realise I’m lucky to still have my mum so I am thankful for that.

Book review: Did you take the B from my ook?

Saturday, May 7, 2016 Permalink

My mum received a ‘joke’ present from someone at her exercise class late last year. I suspect it’s because she takes things seriously. This is a Ball by Beck and Matt Stanton was passed onto my friend’s son who ADORED it, as did his daycare teacher and class.

It was a no-brainer therefore when the same duo released a new book – although this childless 40-something year old normally shies away from children’s books I had to share it with 4yr old Pickle.


My own witching hour

Friday, May 6, 2016 Permalink

The witching hour is – of course – the hours between midnight and 2am, when it’s said that witches, demons and ghosts are most likely to appear.

My own witching hour is – naturally – quite different.