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I’m all about that book life!

October 6, 2018

In Dymocks and a group of excited + noisy “tweens” exploded into the store, went all still, inhaled deeply and said happily to each other: “Oh, it smells so GOOD!”

There’s hope in the world.

the impact of a book

March 31, 2018

I love this.



heart doing somersaults!

January 21, 2018 2 Comments

Just finished reading “Bel Canto” by Ann Patchett, made even more dear to me because it was given to me by a wonderful friend for my birthday.

I experienced every scope of feeling in this book; gasps of surprise, shivers of wonder, warm glows of love, pangs of anger and grief, the poignancy of small and simple joys, and the overwhelming anguish of final death.

Don’t you ever think it’s astonishingly wonderful that we get to feel the whole gamut of emotions as humans? That we get to do something so refreshing and cleansing as cry, long slow tears, or laugh with such buoyant joy? That our whole bodies move and are filled with something more divine that just our mortal flesh?

To be able to feel the entire spectrum of feeling, an alphabet of emotion that spills forth is sure the most wonderful blessing that you can have as a mortal human.

To be able to imagine and create scenarios that don’t exist, to understand, to wonder, to hypothesise, and to heal; extraordinary. The highest of human thinking + compassion.

To be able to choose what you do with that force of feeling, and how you will use that moment, the greatest gift of freedom.

the magic of reading

December 2, 2017

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.

[Maya Angelou]

Title Wave with Sue Fitzmaurice



the wonder of reading

October 7, 2017

I read to my parents whether they wanted to hear me or not, I was so excited about reading. And when I learned to swear, so did they.

Learning English together, especially finding all the “linguistic problems” with it, was a real connecting point in our family. A lot of shameless laughing AT each other. 

norwegian wood; murakami

April 28, 2017

My last “real” book on the last official day of my holidays, and my goodness. If you’re like me as a teacher, you can’t read “real” books until the holidays, when the planets align, the forces of evil are at bay, and you have working braincells. And even then, the lure of Netflix is tremendous!

But read I do, and I love, especially when I have the time and space to string thoughts and images together, be deeply affected by the words that I am reading. When I am reading and present, I cannot help but be moved.

And Norwegian Wood, by Haruki Murakami, moved me to the very core. I bought it in a tiny little independent book store in Surry Hills when I was in Sydney last year conducting for the Gondwana Voices National Choral School. In a fit of inspiration and optimism, no doubt, as the words swam across the page on the first attempt at reading and I processed nothing.

But picking it up on a rain afternoon these holidays, pot of fragrant tea, and words were like melodies around me. The story, gossamer-thin to start with, become more opaque and strong as I continued to read. Those words resonated, with no uncertain voice, and I was moved and affected, drawn into a world I had no idea about, with a fleeting ache for Tokyo.

The words were beautiful, cutting, and affecting. It’s not an easy story to read in many ways, and yet you can read it with ease.

With sure, simple words, Murakami described a world and people in it where thoughts mattered, and there was worth to nuances. That an event could be carried for a time, and a memory could be treasured, in joy or grief.

A perceptive, quietly affecting, and mesmerising read.