….just not perhaps this one

Caption: for some reason, Adam and I are reminded of Different Strokes:
“Wha’cha talkin’ ’bout, Willis?”

My first book choice to review is not a random one. It’s not even the best, by a long shot. However, The Monk has a special place in my heart because it is the novel my Masters of Literature thesis was about. If anyone ever stumbles upon “Some Freudian interpretations of Matthew Lewis’ The Monk“, […]

I have various feelings about books of this sort. One is deep cynicism (’Great Books’ and there are apparently only FOUR Australians?! You’ve got to be kidding) and it would be easier to debate the omissions rather than the inclusions. Then the morbid part of me questions whether, once you’re dead, you’re really going […]

We picked up Keira’s birthday present early yesterday. We’ve gotten her a pushbike with training wheels and a steer bar at the top, both of which are detachable for when she learns to ride properly. And because we pander to her pink-fantasies, this bike is said colour, with tassles coming off the handlebars and a […]