Year: 2016

At the end of November 2016, I had the honour of visiting Penrith High School to meet Hellen Jiang and her classmates in Year Nine. Hellen won the senior division of the NSW Premier’s Reading Challenge Words & Art Competition

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When I was in primary school, Book Week competed with Christmas and Easter as my favourite time of year. La Semana del Libro felt sacred to this child, for whom stories and story-telling were indeed a form of religious observance.

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My first job, when I was fourteen, was as a bookseller for Angus and Robertson, saving for my first overseas adventure, and throughout the odyssey of my teens and twenties I continued to work in bookstores, up until the start

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Today marks the one year anniversary of the launch of Empire of the Waves: Voyage of the Moon Child. To commemorate the occasion, here are my remarks delivered on that glorious night. Thank you to all who have made this

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Travel is what happens when you’re making other plans. I knew something was amiss as I left the Anand Bhavan. Even as I forced a smile, posing for photographs with a troop of Indian Scouts, I knew a monster stalked

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Final morning in Varanasi. With sorrow, I bid farewell to my new friends in the guesthouse, and to that view from the legendary Room Twelve. Soon I take a final walk along the ghats, and disappear into the smoke-wreathed city.

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I had the honour of attending the NSW Premier’s Literary Awards recently. It was a special pleasure for me, as my friend and guiding star Rebecca Young won the Patricia Wrightson Prize for Children’s Literature for her masterpiece, Teacup, illustrated

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Yesterday I had the pleasure of speaking to a wonderful group of students from St George Girls High School and Kogarah High School in Sydney. I was there on the invitation of two fantastic teacher-librarians, Helen Lee and Gail Johnston.

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Last Monday evening I was sweating bullets. Still dazed and dazzled from five weeks in India, in less than a day I would be flying to the Gold Coast for the Somerset Celebration of Literature. Although I received messages of

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This train feels less hospitable than the last, and someone warns me to watch my bags. There seem a lot more twitching stares than smiles, and I start to see thieves everywhere. In fact, there are almost certainly nothing of

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