A matter of life and death, or more important than that – discovering the beauty of ‘chicklit’

I’ve always been a big reader. I still remember growing up reading avidly at night after lights out, using a torch under the bed clothes. I was pleased to hear it’s a practice that still continues, despite the overwhelming takeover by the digital universe. In a similar vein I was once driving along a busy city street and noticed a young high school student walking over at the crossing. As she walked, she was doing something with her hands. I thought she was texting with her smartphone, but realised that as she walked, she was knitting. Some interests and skills never die.

A great pile of books to read
The recent string of hot days is something we have luckily managed to avoid for longer than we probably deserve. But three days in a row of 37 to 39 degrees (originally three days in a row of 39 was threatened) kept me locked inside with the blinds down and curtains drawn. It made me exceptionally happy that I have a great pile of books to read.

The Powerhouse Museum – like reading, visits to cultural institutions seem to be the domain of mainly women.