About to unpeel these little nuts of goodness …

the devil you know

What? (you gasp). But it’s not even available in Australia yet (details). Ah, yes, but that’s what they call having “contacts”. So consider this my equivalent of doing a reccie for you. Of course, we already know it’s going to be good, but I’m seriously excited by the thought of T.D. doing suspense.

the sweetest thing


Look, I’ve been dying to read this ever since it arrived fulfilling my pre-order. It was going to be my reward read when I had a written a manuscript that would be both best-selling and award-winning – don’t know why that’s taking so long. Anyway! I can’t wait any longer. Love the territory CK’s exploring here.

Summer essentials

Obviously, everybody should be wearing this swimsuit from BlackMilk down at the beach this summer. I know I will be. I’m going to surf in it and keep the cape on, that way I can stage interventions if anybody drops in or fades. I love BlackMilk so hard. I love BlackMilk so hard the main character of my next book (news on that shortly) wears it ALL THE TIME. Because she can.



Also, if you are a beach goer, and you don’t already use it, you should consider getting some of this:


(That stunning camera work is mine by the way – note the artfully placed frangipanis – and people often wonder why I don’t have more Instagram followers …) Ella Bache’s Sunguard is the best product I have ever used, and I’m in the water for 1 to 2 hours most days, so I’ve tested a few. Since I started using it (thanks Fran!) my foundation is now about 2 or 3 shades too dark. So. You know. Proof right there.

Also, everybody needs to read these books if they haven’t already:

girl defective coverSimmone Howell has style coming out of her stereo. Exhibit A: Even the palm trees looked tired, like showgirls standing around waiting for their pay. See that? See what she did there?

opehlia coverFrom time to time, I get REALLY ANNOYED that more fuss isn’t made of Karen Foxlee’s writing in Australia. And then I get a smile of satisfaction when I remember she is KICKING ARSE in the U.S. I loved this book, particularly the evil snow queen.


Jaclyn Moriarty treats her characters with tenderness and care, and she must set them a good example because that is also largely how they treat each other. Her plots resolve themselves as if by magic. She is WONDROUS.

What are your summer essentials?

The sort of thing that makes you sadder as days pass instead of better.

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            This arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
Source: Leaves of Grass (David McKay, 1891)

“…the whooping, hollering enthusiasm of surfers for whom surfing is a pleasure, not a right.”

Great article by Phil Jarrett on Swellnet: In Praise of Westies

Oddly, where I live/surf, I think it’s been easier for me (a central Qld native – someone from 1,400 kms away) than the guys who’ve “grown up in Cromer” (5 mins away). Which is kind of hilarious. It’s because I don’t give a shit.

There is nothing better than dismantling someone’s expectation that you’re trying to belong. Be proud of where you’re from.

Whatever Forever

 Sara M Lyons