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What I Read in June

Another month down and we are halfway through 2021. Time flies! That means it’s time to take stock of what I read in June. I can report that after struggling to read in May, in June I got back on track and read 14 books, though some were picture books (I only include picture books in my total if it’s the first time I’ve read them, and if I take the time to really examine them). Some good ones here, but I think my favourite was Poems That Do not Sleep, because I am still thinking about it, long after I put it down. Isn’t that what poetry is supposed to do?

Books for Kids

Our Home, Our Heartbeat, by Briggs, with illustrations by Kate Moon & Rachel Sarra. (Hardie Grant, 2020). How wonderful to come across this picture book adaption of Briggs’ song The Children Came Back. A celebration of Aboriginal legends from history, sport, music and more. A must have for every classroom and home. Dragonfly Song, by Wendy Orr (Allen & Unwin, 2016).  I love Wendy Orr’s writing, so am not sure why it has taken me so long to get to this one, but I am really glad I finally picked it up. A mythic story set in the Bronze Age, with action,  twists and turns and featuring a resilient main character, Aissa.Common Wealth, by Gregg Dreise (Scholastic, 2021).Hello and Welcome, by Gregg Dreise (Penguin, 2021)My Culture and Me, by Gregg Dreise (Penguin, 2019) You might notice a theme emerging in my picture book reads this month. I went looking for the voices of  more First Nations poets because I felt there was a gap in my reading, and perhaps in publishing, too. I was heartened to find three books by Dreise, as well as the Briggs book above. Each very different, and all books that I will be sharing  with my  education students and recommending widely.   Paws, by Kate Foster (Walker Books, 2021). A  charming story of friendship, dogs and coping with change. Max, the main character, lives with autism, and is trying to navigate the challenges of his final year of primary school, and his desire to make friends.Wednesday Weeks and the Tower of Shadows , by Denis Knight & Cristy Burne (Lothian, 2021).  This is the first in a series, and i am already looking forward to the second. Wednesday Weeks isn’t super keen on being a sorcerer’s apprentice but when her grandpa (the sorcerer) is kidnapped. Wednesday has to find a way to rescue him, along with the help of her best friend Alfie. Lots of magic and a satisfying mix of science too.A Boat of Stars, edited by Margaret Connolly & Natalie Jane Prior (ABC Books, 2018). Not my first read of this beautiful anthology, and I have dipped in and out of it many times,  but a great pleasure to take the time to reread from cover to cover. The world needs more beautiful poetry books – and Australia needs more such books produced by Australian creators.Books for Young AdultsThe Gathering, by Isobelle Carmody (Puffin Books, 1993). I had read this last year, after picking it up in an op shop, but somehow it went back into my to be read pile, and so I read it again. This is a gripping young adult story, about how Nat, and a group of other seemingly misfit teens find the way to tackle the dark force which is taking over their school and their town.We Were Wolves, by Jason Cockcroft. I have to confess to not enjoying this one, which says nothing about the quality of the writing and more about the events of the book. It was grim at the start, grim in the middle and grim at the end. Although there were glimmers of hope, I wasn’t sure the boy (he didn’t even have a  name) was left any better off.Books for AdultsThe Little Boat on Trusting Lane, by Mel Hall (Fremantle Press, 2021). The author of this one guest blogged on Aussiereviews earlier this month, inspiring me to pick up a read the book. I really enjoyed this book, though it’s hard to explain – it’s a gentle satire about religion, and new aged healing, and coping with pain. And, if you know Fremantle, the settings will resonate with you, as they did for me.The Emporium of Imagination, by Tabitha Bird. I raced off to buy this when I read an article about it in the paper in May, then had to wait a while to read it, because I was in the midst of grief and wondered if a book about grief was the best thing for me.  I needn’t have worried – yes, this book has its sadness, but it also uplifting and even in places humorous. I loved it.The Night Village, by Zoe Deleuil (Fremantle Press, 2021). From my review pile (and actually not released until August), I enjoyed this, reading it over two evenings. Dealing with the realties of early motherhood – the birth experience, the impact of sleeplessness, the isolation and so on, against the backdrop of an air of threat/mystery.Non Fiction BooksThe Way of Integrity, by Martha Beck (Audible). I found this one through a recommendation on Audible, and really enjoyed the messages of this book, as well as the easy to listen to narration, by the author. Clear messages about being true to yourself – ie living in integrity – if you want to be truly happy.PoetryPoems That Do not Sleep, by Hassan Al Nawwab (Fremantle Press, 2021). I picked this one late one evening from my to read pile, and then couldn’t go to bed until I had read  every poem. Easy to read, in their accessibility, but sometimes hard to digest because they deal with such real, difficult experiences. The poet is a former Iraqi soldier and refugee. the title should have been enough hint to me of their challenge, but I am very glad I read them, and will do so again.

 

That brings my total to the year to 81. Not bad when I consider just how busy I really am. What have you been reading lately? I’d love to hear.

Poetry Friday: Leisure

Not so many beach walks, and no snorkels, this week. I have been busy, but it’s actually the weather that has kept me inside – bitterly cold and a lot of rain.  I don’t mind one or the other, but when both hit, I am firmly an inside person. which, in a busy week, is not a terrible thing. I got a lot done this week.

One evening as I was  reading in my recliner with my weighted blanket and the heater blasting warm air I came across this poem – new to me, and nodded my agreement, then laughed at myself because I was kind of doing the opposite right there and then.

Leisure

by W. H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

 

And then, I realised that sometimes we just can’t be out and amongst this treasures of nature – especially in this Covid world, where so many are in lockdowns or isolation. And I reread the poem, and realised it isn’t saying we have to be doing those things all the time – just that when those things are there, we should allow ourselves leisure (rhymes with pleasure!) to enjoy. You don’t have to be on the beach or in the woods, or snorkelling to notice a moment of beauty.  I call them ‘this’ moments. When I spot a tiny spider clinging to a web, or the way the sun shines through my back window making  silvery fairy dust and I give myself a second, or a minute or whatever to think ‘this’ – this is lovely, or this is awe inspiring, or even this is kind of cool. Sometimes my ‘this’ comes when I am curled up inside with a wonderful book of poetry.

This morning, though, the rain has stopped for a while, and I was lucky enough to get back onto the beach. And it was a great big ‘this’ I was thinking as I strolled along the sand. I captured a minute of it in the hopes it might give someone else a this moment.

I hope there are lots of thises in your day.  You might start by saying ‘this’ as you nod along to the poetry goodness being shared by other Poetry Friday bloggers. The round up is being hosted by Carol.

 

What I Read in May

In April I was surprised to have read only 12 books. In May I am surprised that I managed to get through 6. What a month May was! My darling Dad passed away, my work was chaotic with deadlines, and I worked through grief and day job stuff to try to meet a writing deadline for my poetry resource which will be published later this year.  So yes, I’m not surprised to tally my reads and find only 6 – but 6 is better than none. And there are some goodies in this list.

Books for Children (an adults too!)Aster’s Good, Right Things, by Kate Gordon (Riveted Press, 2020). I love everything Kate Gordon writes, and this is no exception. A really touching story about a girl who believes that if she does enough good things then her life will turn around. When she makes friends with a boy who lives next door to her school, but doesn’t got o school himself, things gradually shift. Hard to explain this book – you just need to read it to see how lovely it is.We Are Wolves, by Katrina Nannestad (ABC Books, 2020). Wow. Sometimes I read a book that is just so perfect I have no words. This is one such book. Set in Germany and East Prussia at the close of World War II, it tells the story of Liesel and her siblings as they flee the advancing Russian Army and struggle for survival and to be reunited with their mother.  heart wrenching but also beautiful.Books for Young Adult ReadersDisplaced, by Cristina Sanders (Walker Books, 2021). I love historical fiction, and this one took me into a slice of history I was unfamiliar with  – new Zealand in the late 19th century. the main character, Eloise, emigrates from Cornwall with her family, but nothing goes to plan and she finds herself increasingly needing to hold her family together in ways she could never have foreseen.

2. Game Changer, by Neal Shusterman (Walker Books, 2021). this one took me a while to get into, but that is perhaps more about my interrupted month than about the book. Ash is a high school football player who gets a knock on the head which knocks him into an alternate universe. Only he knows that things are changing and, as weeks progress, he is catapulted into increasingly shifted versions of reality. He has to try to figure out a way to get everything back to where it was.

3. One of Us is Lying, by Karen M. McManus (Penguin, 2017). I picked this one up on a remainders table and then it sat in my pile for a while. part murder-mystery, part thriller, and an exploration of the ways teens interact with each other and with social media. I really enjoyed this one.

NonfictionA Year of Loving Kindness to Myself & Other Essays, by Brigid Lowry. This little gem of a book was a soothing balm in a period when I  was grieving and unsettled. Lowry writes with wisdom, honesty and wonder. A lovely book. Brigid also guest blogged at Aussiereviews last month, which you can read here.

 

This brings my total for the year to 67 books, which isn’t too shabby, and June is looking a little more laid back, so hopefully I can at least crack double digits again.  What have you been reading? I’d love to hear.

Poetry Friday: Jellyfish

May was a busy busy month for me. Actually, every month is busy, but May was super busy, with some personal stuff, some day job stuff, and a looming deadline for my poetry resource for Australian teachers. And that all meant I missed several Poetry Fridays.

Another thing I missed was snorkelling. That busyness coupled with the cooler weather kept me out of the water most of the month. But this week some of the busyness has gone, and on Tuesday I bought a new, warmer, wetsuit – and so I managed a snorkel both Wednesday and Thursday.

On Thursday I did my first ever river snorkel. I’d heard of a site where seahorses are regularly spotted, and it is close to my city unit, so I headed there. I spotted only the one seahorse, but it was my first ever seahorse, so I was pleased. But what really took my breath away were the jellyfish.

I confess that I have always had a bit of hesitancy to get anywhere near jellyfish. Some sting, and all seem, from the surface, weird, sticky creatures. But snorkelling has given me the opportunity to really see these amazing creatures up close. I am fascinated by the way they move,  and could watch them for hours.

Here’s a little footage so you can see what I mean.

 

Beautiful aren’t they?

And, of course, I came away wanting to write poetry about the beauty and the grace of these creatures. But nothing came out quite right. Yet.  I will keep trying, but in the meantime, I found this beautiful poem, which says all the things I wanted to say.

A Jelly-Fish

by Marianne Moore

Visible, invisible,
A fluctuating charm,
An amber-colored amethyst
Inhabits it; your arm
Approaches, and
It opens and
It closes;
You have meant
To catch it,
And it shrivels;
You abandon
Your intent—
It opens, and it
Closes and you
Reach for it—
The blue
Surrounding it
Grows cloudy, and
It floats away
From you.

(Poem in the public domain)

Have a wonderful Friday, and, if you love poetry, head over to Margaret’s blog to see lots more poetry goodness.

April Reads

Another month has ended, so it’s time for my monthly reading roundup. I managed only 12 books in April, but there were some beauties in that 12.

 

Books for ChildrenBackyard Bugs, by Helen Milroy (Fremantle Press, 2021). This little picture book offering is lovely, and my two year old granddaughter seemed to agree. After I read her the simple rhyming text, she sat for a long time flipping through the pages and ‘reading’, emulating the lyrical feel and the names of the different minibeasts.  The illustrations are sumptuous.

2. Redback Mansion, by Lorraine Marwood (Five Islands Press, 2002). It’s been fifteen years since I reviewed this collection of poetry on Aussiereviews,  but love to dip in and out of it, as well as others of Marwood’s collections. This is the first time in a long while that I have read it cover to cover, and it didn’t disappoint. It’s a shame it is no longer in print for a new generation of readers, but luckily Marwood continues to produce new work, so there is still plenty out there to read.

3. Nobody’s Boy, by Dianne Bates (Celapene Press, 2012).  Another one I had read  before. I love to revisit verse novels, because not only are they my favourite form, but reading them is about really experiencing the characters’ perspectives. This is the story of Ron, who has been in foster care most of his life and craves a chance to live with his dad.

4. Fish Kid and the Turtle Torpedo, by Kylie Howarth (Walker Books, 2021). This is the third book in  excellent series for young readers, especially those who love marine life, swimming and adventure. Fish Kid (Bodhi) has a love of the ocean and has special powers which let him swim like a fish and even communicate with sea life. In this instalment he and his friend Emely rescue a sick turtle and even swim with dolphins.  Along the way readers learn lots of animal fact and conservation messages, but the story is foremost.

Books for Young Adults

All Our Hidden Gifts, by Caroline O’Donoghue (Walker Books, 2021). This was sent to be by Walker Books, and took me a little while to get into, probably more because it was the first book I read for the month, and was busy, than because of the book itself. Maeve finds a set of tarot cards, discovers she has a knack for reading them, and then, to her horror, that she seems to have the power to make her former best friend disappear. What it might cost to get her back is too much. With magic and the occult, as well as explorations of gender diversity, religion and more, there is a lot going on here, which makes for an intriguing read.  I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, by Maya Angelou (Audible Edition, 2014). I am so glad I chose to listen to this book, because it is read by Angelou herself, which adds so much to the reading experience. This is  the autobiography of her childhood, characterised by hardship, displacement, violence and racism – but is also a story filled with strength and the beauty of Angelou’s  writing.  I cried but I also smiled.  I’ve put it here in the young adult section because it is  suitable for young adults, but will equally appeal to adult readers.Peta Lyre’s Rating Normal, by Anna Whatley (Allen & Unwin, 2020).  I loved this own voices novel about a gutsy girl who tries hard to act ‘normal’ by following the rules drummed into her by therapists, parents and teachers over her lifetime, but with the laugh of her aunt and new friends learns not just to like herself but also to see her strengths and expect others to, too.  So glad this is is on the CBCA Children’s Book of the Year shortlist. 

Books for Adult Readers

Everyday Madness, by Susan Midalia (Fremantle Press, 2021).  Susan recently guest blogged over at my review site, Aussiereviews, about her writing life and the story behind this book. I enjoyed the weaving of the different stories – that of  Bernard, newly unemployed, his wife Gloria, whose breakdown and caused a huge shift in their marriage, their daughter on law Meg, struggling to raise her daughter, study full time and navigate supporting the in laws her ex-husband seems to not take responsibility for, and her daughter Ella.The Cuckoo’s Cry, by Caroline Overington (Audible, 2020).  Set in Bondi during the first Covid 19 lockdown, this novella was an interesting free read, part family drama, part mystery.Life After Truth, by Cerdiwen Dovey (Audible, 2019). You can tell how much time I have spent int he car in any month by the number of Audible reads, especially the free reads. This was again part mystery (the US president’s son is murdered) and part soul-searching drama. The characters did have me interested, but I must admit I spent most of the book just gobsmacked at the utter privilege of  the Harvard world (the book is set during a 15 year reunion, on campus). It really just seems like another world. The Last Bookshop, by Emma Young (Fremantle Press, 2021). Any book set in a bookshop is likely to engage me. Put that bookshop in Hay Street, Perth, and I am hooked. What I didn’t expect was to blubber helplessly while reading this. Loved it! Emma Young also guest blogged over on my Aussiereviews site here.Nonfiction BooksAn Island Solution: Rottnest reveals our colonial secrets, by Eversley Ruth Mortlock (Gwelup Creative Life Writing Press, 20219). I picked this up in the Rottnest store when I was visiting Rottnest/Wadjemup earlier this year.  An insight into a chapter of Western Australian history which must be redressed: the incarceration, and inhumane treatment,  of Aboriginal men  from around the state on Rottnest Island.  Not an easy read, because of its subject matter, but important  for that reason.

These 12 books bring my total to 61 books read for the year to date., roughly one book every two days, if my maths is correct. What have you been reading lately?

Poetry Friday: Autumn Rain

It’s Autumn here in my neck of the woods, and I am in my annual state of denial about the inevitability of the changing weather. I am a summer person – I love to swim, and snorkel and enjoy the heat. I am not so keen on being cold and wet. But it is, as I said, inevitable that the seasons will change and roll through, and in spite of my objections, I always end up remembering that there are lovely things about every season.

This week is a case in point. The week began warm and bright, and on Wednesday I was able to squeeze in an early morning snorkel, at a place called Castle Rock. Here’s a glimpse of what I saw.

(Incidentally, as I was getting ready to leave, I ran into a man who was setting up his drone for some aerial footage. He told me where to find him on Instagram and, lo and behold, he posted an image from above the very spot I had been snorkelling. So, if you want to see the same scene from above, head here).

Back home, and yesterday saw a complete change in the weather, with a big autumn rain storm. I was at my desk working on a poetry resource I am writing, and watching the weather change out my window, so I wasn’t surprised when the rain came down. But I did get a giggle when I realised what I was working on just at that time. I was busily adding two poems to the resource – both about rain!  As the rain pelted down, I was entering this:

A Song of Rain

by C.J. Dennis

Patter, patter … Boolcoomatta,

Adelaide and Oodnadatta,

Pepegoona, parched and dry,

Laugh beneath a dripping sky.

Riverina’s thirsting plain

Knows the benison of rain.

Ararat and Arkaroola

Render thanks with Tantanoola

For the blessings they are gaining,

And it’s raining—raining—raining!

Weeps the sky at Wipipipee

Far Farina’s folk are dippy

With sheer joy, while Ballarat

Shouts and flings aloft it’s hat.

Thirsty Thackaringa yells;

Taltabooka gladly yells

Of a season wet and windy;

Men Rejoice on Murrindindie;

Kalioota’s ceased complaining;

For it’s raining—raining—raining!

(This is an extract from a longer poem which can be found here).

I love that this poem manages to gather the pace and momentum of a big rain storm. I also love the way it celebrates so many of Australia’s unique place names.  You don’t have to know where they are to get real pleasure from the sound of them.

You might imagine that, when I realised the synchronicity of the rain outside and the rain poem on my computer screen, that the storm took on new meaning, and I was soon giggling and chanting ‘And it’s raining – raining – raining’ .

The next poem I worked on was also about rain, though not quite as joyful:

An Ode to the Rain

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I know it is dark; and though I have lain,
Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain,
I have not once opened the lids of my eyes,
But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies.
O Rain! that I lie listening to,
You’re but a doleful sound at best:
I owe you little thanks, ’tis true,
For breaking thus my needful rest!
Yet if, as soon as it is light,
O Rain! you will but take your flight,
I’ll neither rail, nor malice keep,
Though sick and sore for want of sleep.
But only now, for this one day,
Do go, dear Rain! do go away!

(Again you will find the full poem here). I love that Coleridge took the Ode form, which is usually about praising something, and turned it humorously on its head to beg the rain to go away.

And me? Having smiled my way through the rain storm, which was a good one, with thunder and lightning and torrential rain, I got back to work and then, this morning, have woken to a cool but fine day. That’s Autumn for you!

Whatever season you are celebrating, it’s the right season for poetry. And, on Poetry Friday there is plenty of poetry to be found across the world wide web. Matt is hosting the Poetry Friday roundup today and also sharing a  fun new poetic form, the tricube. I might have to tri  try my hand at one – or three.

Poetry Friday: My Occy Friend

You may have noticed I am a little octopus-obsessed of late, having been lucky enough to see them in the sea for the first time this summer and autumn – and, of course, having seen one I have managed to see many on my snorkelling trips.   I’ve also been happy to manage to get some interesting videos.

Last week I was surprised to find one sitting on the bottom step of one of my favourite snorkelling spots. Very surprised in fact – because usually I sit on this very step to put my flippers on and off, but this day I snorkelled all the way to the stairs, and thus spotted my new friend sitting right where I usually do. And of course instead of climbing out I stopped and watched (and filmed). Here’s what I saw:



The stair octopus is a close neighbour of the cannon octopus I have shared previously – but, if you missed that video, here it is again. (Sorry. I can’t help resharing this – it still takes my breath way!):

 

 

I have been trying to write a poem that captures the beauty and awe of this creature, and am not yet quite satisfied with my efforts, nor ready to share them. But  here’s a little tribute that I’ve come up with in the meantime:

My Occy Friend

 

The cephalopod

is rather odd

and some folk think she’s freaky

She can lurk in caves

or under rocks

in ways that may seem sneaky

 

But me I think

she’s clever

in the way she fits and squeezes

then shows an eye

or tentacle

or erupts whenever she pleases

 

To shoot herself

like an arrow

to catch herself some lunch

and just as quick

return herself

to her spot for a quiet munch.

 

She likes to change

her colour

to match wherever she goes

and can sucker herself

or climb

and cling.

How this works only she knows.

 

So I’m not scared

of occy

And I hope she’s not scared of me

I can float

and watch for hours

when I  spot her in the sea.

(Sally Murphy, 2021)

Tabatha is hosting Poetry Friday today.  Float over there and gaze on the other poetry treasures on offer this week. 

Poetry Friday and a Celebration

It’s Poetry Friday and I am running late with my post because life has been soooooo busy these past few weeks.  My day job is chaotic (mostly the good kind of chaotic, but busy none the less) and I have been off doing some real live author things.

Last week I was lucky enough to play a small part in the Between the Lines Literature Festival in Busselton, my neighbouring town. There were some big name authors, including the amazing Bren Macdibble, Will Kostakis, Holden Shepherd and Craig Silvey,  and I got to hang out with them and also speak to some wonderful audiences about Worse Things. I am still waiting for an official photo, but here’s a pic of the pile of books I signed.

Do you like my new signing pen, thematically tied to the book?

This was my first festival since before Covid, so very exciting to talk to real live audiences, and chat to enthusiastic young readers and writers.

Then  this week I was extra lucky to visit Majella Catholic Primary School in Perth, where I was a Role Model invited to a book giving ceremony as part of the wonderful Books In Homes Program, where children are presented with packs of books three times per year to take home and read and keep and love. An excellent program and a lovely, warm-hearted school, with a real sense of community. 

Here I am with some of the lovely, and very excited, recipients of those books.

Also this week some amazing news. Worse Things was announced on the shortlist of the Children’s Book Council of Australia (CBCA) Book of the Year Awards. As you can see, it is on he list with some amazing company:

You can see the full shortlist here.

So much to celebrate, and I was glad there was a bottle of champagne in my fridge.

The biggest joy for me was how happy to so many people are for me and for the book. I spent a whole evening reading and replying to messages on social media and via email, and there were phonecalls and real life congratulations too. So much shared joy.

This joy is for me the biggest pleasure of such a shortlist, though the sticker is wonderful too – doesn’t it look pretty?

Even more exciting that the sticker is the fact that this means the book will be read and discussed for the next five months until Children’s Book Week. I love it when my books end up in the hands (and hopefully hearts) of young readers.

SO, with all this business (and more I haven’t even touched on), I wasn’t sure I had a poem to post this week, but I visited Mary Lee’s blog, because she is hosting today’s round up, and was reminded that sometimes a haiku is more than adequate. So, here’s a haiku for you

You came to my blog

looking for a poem, so

this one is for you.

(Sally Murphy, 2021)

And here’s another, for the happiness I’m feeling

A pop of champagne

bubbles of joy effervesce

Celebrating good news.

(Sally Murphy, 2021)

The Poetry Friday Roundup is, as I said, being hosted by the wonderful Mary Lee. Pop over there to see what other poetry goodness is on offer this week.

 

March Reading

I am going to stop beginning my monthly post about what I’ve been reading by commenting what a busy month I’ve had – but oh boy has March been a hectic month. I have been doing work things and writerly things, and hope to snatch some time to post about exciting things very soon. In the meantime, here’s what I read in March.

Books for Children (and Adults, too!)

Beneath the Trees, by Cristy Burne. West Aussie writer Cristy knows how to tell an exciting story that kids will love. This, her latest book, is an adventure story involving a platypus, a flooded river, leeches and a whole lot of trouble. Cristy recently guest blogged over on my other website Aussiereviews – see what she had to say here.

2. D’Lila LaRue, by Nette Hilton, illustrated by A. Yi (Walker, 2021). D’Lila is quite delightful. This chapter book has three stand alone stories each featuring D’Lila and her Nanny Anny as they have adventures, make sense of the world and even help others (even when it is accidental).  Charming.

3. Tiptoeing Tracker Tod, by Charmaine Papertalk Green (Oxford University Press, 2014). Tod and his family live in the city, but tod wants to be the best tracker ever. Luckily his awesome Unc Bullfrog is willing to teach him everything knows. This verse novel is part of Oxford Press Yarning Strong series, which profiles Aboriginal stories for young readers. Love it.

4. The Rock From the Sky, by Jon Klassen (Walker, 2021). This one arrived in a shipment of review copies and I didn’t shelve it in my tbr pile. In fact, I didn’t even put it next to my chair to read later. I stood at the bench where I’d opened the box, and read it straight away. Not due for release until April 21, so you have some time to pick up your own copy – but if you love Klassen, or turtles, or silliness, or wry humour, then this one is for you.

5.  The Haunting, by Margaret Mahy (Puffin, 1982). I hadn’t read this one before,  so enjoyed getting to know it. Mahy is a fine writer, and I loved Barney and his family. When his great uncle Barnabas dies, Barney finds himself mysteriously haunted, not by Uncle Barnaby, but by someone else – another mysterious Great Uncle he never knew he had. I enjoyed the premise, the twists, and the subtle nod to girl power.

6. For Keeps: A Treasury of Stories Poems and Plays Celebrating 100 Years of The School Magazine (NSW Department of Education, 2016). I went to a celebration of the NSW School magazine turning 100, and knew of this anthology, but had never read  it, which was remiss of me. A real pleasure to see poems, stories and plays from across the 100 years, in their original form.

7. Eric Carle’s Animals Animals (Penguin Random House, 2020). Another anthology, this time of animal poems from around the world, illustrated by Eric Carle. Some wonderful poetry and, as always, Carle’s illustrations are bright and intriguing.

 

Fiction for Adults

Eye of a Rook, by Josephine Taylor (Fremantle Press, 2021). This is a book I’ll be thinking about for a long time to come. Set in two time periods – Victorian London, and modern day Perth, and following the stories of two women suffering intolerable pain, with the medical profession seemingly unable to help – and even, it seems, unwilling to believe. I had no knowledge of vulvodynia, and when I read Josephine’s guest blog for Aussiereviews, I was equal parts intrigued and unsure how it could be woven into a narrative – even while seeing what the importance of speaking about it. I needn’t have been unsure – the book is superb, and I hope it is widely read, as a story and as a way in to the topic.  The Wife and the Widow, by Christian White (Affirm, 2020). I listened to this one on Audible, after I also listened to White’s Second Skin last month. It’s been a while since I read thrillers or murder mysteries very often, but I do enjoy a well woven one where the characters are as important as the mystery, which is definitely the case here. Told through the dual third person perspectives of Kate, whose husband is missing, and Abby, who has to confront realising her husband is a murderer.  There are twists and, as I said, character development, and a satisfying ending. Zero Day Code, by John Birmingham  (Audible, 2019). It’s been a while since I read a John Birmingham book, but not for any reason – I do like a thriller, even when they scare me. The premise here – the impacts of global warming and globalisation on the food chain, and how wars can be fought by further disrupting that chain, as well as through cyber warfare – are unsettling, but very plausible.  By the time I finished, though, I needed a happier read in the form of the Margaret Mahy book above.Bridgerton: the Duke and I, by Julia Quinn. I read this (free from Audible) the books and, more often, the Netflix series keep popping up in my social media scenes and I wanted to know what the fuss was about. I have long liked historical romance/sagas, but have to admit this one left me squirming and really wanting to discuss the problematic aspects. Perhaps I shouldn’t have read it straight after Women of a Certain Rage (below), but it’s rare that a book leaves me feeling icky.

Nonfiction Books

How to Be an Author:  The Business of Being an Author in Australia, by Georgia Richter & Deborah Hunn (Fremantle Press, 2021). Filled with practical information about becoming and being an author. A little writing advice, but chiefly about the business side – getting published, staying published, working with an editor, promotion and more. With lots of input from some of WA’s finest authors. Lots of good advice.  The authors also guest blogged on Aussiereviews last month – which you can see here.Women of a Certain Rage, life stories introduced by Liz Byrski (Fremantle Press, 2021).  I wondered if I was strong enough to read this book. there is a lot to be angry about in the world at present, and I wondered if absorbing other women’s rage was a good idea. But I’m glad I opened and read it – yes, it is about rage, but it is  about the whys of rage, from deeply personal perspectives. Each story is very different, band each evokes compassion, empathy and, yes, rage.  My head was sore from nodding along, but I loved this book and encourage everyone – not only women – to read it.

Under the Sea

A busy week, and updates still to come on the bits that are writerly, but in the meantime, here is a glimpse under the sea. Look for the octopus in the first few seconds.