This is the pile of books by my bedside. Some are new, and a couple are old favourites that I like to go back and re-read. They're like old friends and I can skim familiar words and phrases without having to think too much.

Do you see a theme here?

I will say that the autobiography of Sarah Brown was a delicious surprise. She's an extraordinary lady. A class act. Gordon did well there.
My historical biographies were all terrific reads, and part of me wishes I could write one. I love the idea of researching a person and gathering together everything I possibly can and synthesizing it. I have the perfect person in mind, but not the budget or time sadly.
I absolutely loved Hazel Rowley's biography of Eleanor and Franklin Roosevelt. In a note of poignancy, she was due to appear at the Perth Writer's Festival, but died unexpectedly the week beforehand. I'd have been thrilled to get her autograph. I'm thankful she has this book as a testimony to her writing and research skills.
I know my obsession with biographies and autobiographies will pass and I will move onto a different genre soon. But till then I will keep hunting down books like this that take my fancy and buying them. Not borrowing. Recent events have made me passionate about supporting our book industry. And I figure one of our children will read them one day.
Maybe even I will get to feature on their shelf too.
Fingers crossed.
Except when typing.
Are you reading anything good right now?



You know the old expression: "One man's trash is another man's treasure?" Well so it is in this case. This weekend I am grateful for:

1. Large black plastic sacks. Mainly because of their awesome capacity to hold the shedloads of things we've had in storage the past few years, based on Husband's premise we may need them "someday."

2. Lists. I love making lists and there have been many made in the past few weeks. I get inordinate satisfaction from crossing things off them.

3. Writing. I have been given some of articles to write. As you can imagine, this makes me very, very happy indeed.

4. Desserts. Especially like this one I had last week on my date night with Husband. Blissness.



5. Playdates. Nothing beats the joy of all the offspring playing happily with friends while I tear through the house packing away paintings and filling up suitcases.

6. Taking books with me. Though why I think I will have time to read new ones, or revisit old loved books in the coming weeks I do not know! Always the optimist.


Have a glorious weekend everyone. We will be on the move next week and I'm not sure if I'll have much internet access. Don't let anything exciting happen without me.
What's on your list of grateful this week?

PS Maxabella, this is one of my favourite things to do each week. Y'all should pop over and see the wonderful links she has on her blog.

xxxx



The great thing about holidays for me is time to read books without any of the interruptions that usually chequer my days.
So for this trip I took a small stack of books and enjoyed wending my way through them.
To clarify before anyone asks, I am blessed to be a speed-reader. The downside of this, is that it makes reading a very expensive exercise as I am always looking for new material to read. The upside is that one-day someone is going to see what a blessing this is and offer me a job reading and reviewing books.
So for those of you looking for something to read, or avoid (because forewarned is forearmed) here is a run down on my holiday reading.
First book was Ultra-marathon Man by Dean Karanzes. I’ve mentioned this book here. Husband is now reading it. It certainly highlights the differing ways genders respond to texts. I spent most of it being both horrified and amazed at his exploits, and in awe of the power of the human mind. Husband however has been in fits of laughter reading passages that personally I thought were masochistic to say the very least.
I really enjoyed the book and its’ certainly shifted my mindset whilst training. A 5km training run seems almost meaningless in comparison to Karnazes  20 mile runs before breakfast most mornings!
My second book was read poolside (a lovely place to be) while Mr Small dozed beside me and the older two frolicked in the pool. It’s called “What Kate did next” by Lisa Heidke, not to be confused with “What Katie did next.” I’ve read both books and trust me when I say there is a world (and a century or more) of difference between the two.
Heidke’s novel makes for easy reading, and explores the struggle to maintain a family, work balance for women whilst at the same time enjoying a semblance of fun in our lives. Her protagonist Kate faces the minefield inevitably faced by mothers juggling a return to work, in what can only be described as a dysfunctional workplace also coupled with the challenges faced by parents of school age children.
As a former high school teacher, the events Heidke writes of came as no surprise to me, but I suspect they would make for eye opening and possibly a sound warning to parents, that vigilance and involvement in their children’s lives doesn’t end when their children gain possession of a mobile phone. In fact, I’d say the battle has only just begun.
Heidke’s novel looks at everything from the challenges of step-parenting through to the difficulties faced by teenagers through peer-pressure, and whilst her ending does much to tie her narrative up neatly, she also works to position her reader to close the novel feeling simultaneously satisfied and alarmed.
My next read was “A pressure cooker saved my life” by Juanita Phillips. Phillips was and is a highly experienced newsreader and presenter, as well as being a wife, mother and now writer. The book is interesting. The typeface of the book is simply beautiful and Phillips peppers the book with interesting gems and recipes.
The book is a mix of helpful tips, sociological observations, family anecdotes and a smattering of recipes. Initially I wasn’t sure exactly what the book was trying to be, however Phillips says early on: “ …it’s basically a collection of postcards from the work/family battlefront written in fifteen minute bursts between kids and work and cooking and all the usual domestic crisis..”
The book is divided into sections about life, food, time, home, family, pressure cooking and recipes. They are all useful, but I admit I found the constant re-iteration that the pressure cooker was the reason Phillips was able to manage her many challenges seems superficial on occasion. She is honest and engaging throughout her narrative, it is simply overworking what could have been a successful premise that was the problem (in my opinion)
HOWEVER I am intrigued by what she does say and coming up soon will be a post devoted to trialling her recipes and using a pressure cooker for the first time in my existence.
The next book was a birthday present from my parents. It’s called “The bread of angels” by Stephanie Saldana. This is an incredibly beautifully written book. I’m not usually a huge fan of overly descriptive prose but Saldana does it in such a way as to evoke an authentic sense of time and place. The story is a recount of her life (incredibly she is only just 30) from her year studying in Damascus. As an American in Syria at the time just post 9/11 she gives us the human faces of a wide variety of Middle Easterners that was both refreshing and instructive. Through her eyes we see thoughtful, well-educated Muslim women, politically disenfranchised merchants, displaced families from Iraq now living in contemporary Damascus, the world's oldest inhabited city.
She lost me a little in the second part of the novel as the love story began to unfold, interwoven as it was with her spiritual journey.
Whilst parallels with ‘Eat, pray, love” by Elizabeth Gilbert (and I wasn’t a fan of that book) are inevitable I would venture to say I liked this a great deal more. Saldana’s book highlights her wanderlust, in contrast to what I felt was Gilbert’s naval gazing exercise.
Having read this, I moved onto “Miscellaneous Voices” edited  by Karen Andrews. The book is a collection of blog posts from various Australian bloggers and was compiled by Andrews to, in her words “experiment to see how this writing, these writers, stand up to the challenge of the page; or to put it another way, to put them in front of another audience which may be more page-loyal.”
As I read each post, I was struck by how unique and distinctive each piece of writing was. Andrews chose pieces from across the spectrum. Given its broadness, some resonated with me far more than others. Throughout though, I appreciated the richness of each piece. That’s the beauty of blogging, the fact that I have access to a range of writing and writers who share their stories, their creativity in a medium that, it could be argued, is often far more accessible than a book sitting remote and often financially inaccessible on a shelf in a bookstore.
My next two books were part of the Millennium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson. I read Book One and Book Three. Yes, I know I didn’t read the second one. They didn’t have it in store when I went on my pre-holiday book hunt. It was okay though, each book is pretty much a self contained narrative and whilst the second one certainly merges into the third, you can read them individually.
There is very little one can say about a trilogy of books that have been extensively reviewed world-wide and have sold millions of copies.
The only thing I would add is that even though I was warned the books were violent I was completely taken completely unawares by it and one particular scene in the first novel left my eyes watering in shock.
That said, I LOVED the fact that the names of the characters were, through their very Swedishness, unfamiliar to me and the plot was one I often had to actually think about.
The irony is that Larsson died after handing in his trilogy for publication and so, never saw the huge success his books were to become.
And now having read all those books and written about them. I’m going to have a little lie down.
What have you read lately that you loved?
Do you agree or disagree with my opinions?
I’d love to know what you think!





Being the organised over-anxious and stressed out woman that I am; it's hardly surprising that when a letter arrived from my son and daughter's school that my children would be tested on their literacy and numeracy skills when the new school year commences, it sent me into a mild state of panic.
It is a constant source of mystification to me how I take these things so personally. Part of it is my perception that in a way, they are testing me. Do I measure up as a parent? Do I make the grade? Equally, I want my children NOT to find testing stressful. I want them to see it as a opportunity to show what they know, not to see it as a way to showcase their shortcomings. I've spent many times over the years soothing stressed out students before exams, so I know the reality of the pressures of tests.

So whilst I can't save them from the testing, I do try to support them in preparing for it.
And I wanted to show you something interesting.
Context: my eldest son is not a keen writer or reader. He struggled HUGELY with letter recognition and I did a great deal of work with him at home on this. Homework has been a struggle for him. He writes the absolute minimum he can.
So these were the obstacles I faced when working on how to best prepare him.
I told him and his sister that during January we would have "special school" at home each day. I told them they would have special colour charts. They think the stickers are nice. I know they mark their progression through the levels and it gives me a clear indication of where and when I need to spend more time clarifying things for them, or if we can whizz through something. And the MAXIMUM time we spend is 30 minutes. The funny thing is while they were keen for us to start "special school" it's now such an integral part of their day there would be a riot if I tried to drop it.

We start with a reader, and I ask them questions throughout the text or we talk about things that they are curious about. Then we have "writing" time. Miss Medium focuses on her letters and basic word recognition. Mr Large started on his first day writing this:


by yesterday he happily wrote this:

Regardless of the errors littered throughout it, what was wonderful how he didn't want to stop writing. I think finally saw it as a way of recounting things in a meaningful way.
Just like I find blogging does for me. Except that I spell slightly better.
Please note I edited the writing to remove all name references in order to protect the privacy of my offspring and his friends!
And that's how I approach it day by day. Just a little piece of reading and a little piece of writing. Looking at the big picture can be intimidating. But this way, I'm doing my best, and they are doing their best in a loving, safe and supportive environment. When they do their tests I'll know I did my utmost to prepare them and really, that's all I ask of them, that they do their best.
Seems fair enough, doesn't it?