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There was a great remembering that was also a great forgetting, one hundred years of silence ... of the convicts and Aboriginal people little was ever said. Of a slave system and a genocide nothing. What remained was either silence or lies. Such as: the convicts and their children had all fled to the mainland during the gold rushes. Such as: the Tasmanian Aboriginal people were extinct, long gone...

My father's mother and father...were... illiterate. My father had...a sense of the magic of words that never left him, an awareness that those twenty-six abstract symbols could liberate if you understood them and oppress if you didn't.

He told me the written word was the first beautiful thing he ever knew, a line I stole and used elsewhere. What is a writer but a robber and what is the history of literature but a milky way of theft?

I missed my big sister greatly and the point of the books was to smuggle a message of love to her, and each book, every faux sentence and every scrawled picture of a word was simply saying that one word over and over.

And so at the beginning I learnt this: the words of a book are never the book, the soul of it is everything.

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A Lego shop opened in Hobart and they built this wildlife carer with Tassie devils

Interweaving memoir, science, history and fiction, Richard Flanagan sure can write. This book was striking and affecting. Talk about stopping you in your tracks and making you think. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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Yesterday‘s op shop purchases after my 3 hours of ballet for the grand total of $39. So relaxing. Nowhere to be and the only thing to do was go home for a wine and a stretch and seafood salad for lunch. Love my weekends.

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Cat, coffee and a good read on a rainy Easter afternoon