Broadchurch

I don't get the chance to watch a lot of tv. I haven't seen a single episode of Downton Abbey or The Wire. I saw the first two or three episodes of Breaking Bad, but then missed some and never caught up. I think Broadchurch was on mid last year, when the family were lolling about in France, priorities you know. For some reason this show particularly appealed even though I didn't get to see any of it, or really know what it was about. I bought the DVD last year as soon as it was available.

This past weekend Mr Wicker and I caught up with it. I put the first episode in the player on a bit of a whim three days ago, when I was at a rare loose end. We watched the first two episodes that day. The following day we watched another two episodes. By this stage we were fully hooked. Today we watched the remaining four episodes in a bit of a Broadchurch marathon. Rather unprecedented activity in the Wicker household.

I didn't know too much about it when we started watching, and I'm certainly not going to spoil anything for you here. I knew it was a BBC murder mystery, and that the rather dishy David Tennant was a policeman investigating the murder. But that's about it. Sadly, David's character is somewhat troubled, and he doesn't look at his best here, but he does at least get to use his lovely Scottish accent, rather than the middle English voice needed for Dr Who.

The entire cast is particularly strong, with an impressive number of Dr Who alumni, including both lead actors. David Tennant of course. Olivia Colman appeared in the first episode with Matt Smith, The Eleventh Hour. Arthur Darvill (once Rory, and now local priest Paul Coates), and David Bradley who played William Hartnell in the wonderful An Adventure in Space and Time, as well as appearing in the Dr Who episode Dinosaurs on a Spaceship. It was nice to see Pauline Quirke again too after so long. Fascinating to learn that she got to act with her own dog.

1 minute trailer does give a little bit away

best not to see it really if you haven't seen the show

While I had some rather minor misgivings about the production at times, it did an incredibly good job of making you suspect everyone in town, and keeping you guessing as to who really was to blame. I thoroughly enjoyed my 8 hours in Broadchurch and will look forward to season 2 that is being made this year.

Rather distressingly I see that the Americans are making an American version called Gracepoint. Now why do they have to do that when this is so brilliant? Although David Tennant reassures us that it will be different- he is again playing the lead investigator in this new version! I wonder if he'll get to use his Scottish accent for an American audience- I suspect not. And our Jacki Weaver will play the role that Pauline Quirke played in the BBC original. Will she have her Aussie accent? Again I suspect not.

City of Lights

Paris is many things, rather famously she is the City of Light. And her lights are beautiful. Not just the beacon of light that shines from the Eiffel Tower, or the lights that light her stunning bridges. Her ceiling lights can sneak up and delight you at any time. 

While sipping Chocolat Chaud and nibbling pastries upstairs
Angelina's, 103 Rue de Rivoli, 75001

Somewhat accidentally shopping for perfume at Lalique
Carousel du Louvre
99 Rue de Rivoli 75001

Walking through a mall
Porte de Versailles

Randomly stopping at a cafe for lunch
le Zimmer 1 place du Chatelet 75001

Deciding to seek refuge from a sudden downpour
Le Paradis du Fruit
2 place St Michel 75006

Walking by a shop
58m
58 rue Montmartre 75002

Or enjoying the magnificent breakfast at Le Meurice
The only meal we can afford there…
228 rue de Rivoli 75001

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Maia and What Matters

We all know that sometimes we do judge a book by it's cover, and I certainly did with Maia and What Matters. Definitely a book I'd never heard of, but I did just have to read it as soon as I saw it. I saw Maia in a daily email that I get from fishpond.com.au full of tempting treats. Actually I get one from fishpond.co.nz as well. Most days I manage to resist their tempting offers to fill my house with even more books. But some days I just can't resist, and my resolve falters. This day I fell in love with this cover, and so I ordered it then and there. Fishpond do actually have fabulous one-click ordering (it's much too easy) and great service.

I'm so glad I did. For many reasons. The gorgeous cover for a start of course. Also because Maia and What Matters is a book in translation. I do especially enjoy picture books in translation, they have such a different sensibility and feel to our Anglophone creations. They're often amazing books, and really stay with you. Books like The Scar, or Feeling Sad.

Maia and What Matters is an astonishingly beautiful book, from Belgium via New Zealand. Written by Belgian author Tine Mortier and masterfully illustrated by Kaatje Vermeire Maia and What Matters was translated into English by David Colmer, an Australian translator who lives in Amsterdam (since I have been musing on bringing the translator out of the darkness and into the light recently) and published by a new Kiwi publisher Book Island. Book Island is based on the beautiful Kapiti Coast of the North Island of New Zealand and publishes translated children's books- primarily from Dutch it seems, here with assistance by the Flemish Literature Fund.

Maia is an impulsive little sprite- born under a cherry tree in quite a rush.

She has a special bond with her Grandma. They both love cake. It seems cake is one of the things that matters. As is Grandma.

Maia has moments of unadulterated pleasure and joie de vivre, and moments of devastating sadness when her beloved Grandma falls ill and her family is changed forever.

The illustrations are breathtaking. Even the endpapers are special.

Paris patisserie wrappers!

The only things I would like to have seen would be an author profile and illustrators note at the end. I look forward to finding more fascinating books from Book Island. When I can stop flipping through this delightful book I think I'll give it to my favourite primary school library where I'm sure it will be well loved too.

Alice-Miranda in Paris

Jacqueline Harvey's Alice-Miranda series have had an extraordinary success over the past few years. The first Alice-Miranda book, Alice-Miranda At School, was only released in 2010. Already there are 9 Alice-Miranda titles. I hadn't read any of them before but recently I saw Alice-Miranda in Paris at my library and felt compelled to read it. Alice-Miranda in Paris is book 7 in the series.

Jacqueline Harvey is Australian and I had presumed that Alice-Miranda would be too. I'm not sure that she is. She could be I guess, but there was no mention of nationality in this book, perhaps coming in at book 7 is difficult. The rather improbably named Alice-Miranda Highton-Smith-Kennington-Jones attends Winchesterfield-Downsfordvale Academy for Proper Young Ladies, which is probably in England, but again I'm not quite sure. It seems she has attended school in New York at some time too.

Alice-Miranda gets to go to Paris as part of a school group, students from her school and the nearby Fayle School for Boys form the Winchester-Fayle Singers. The choir has been invited to Paris to perform at three runway shows for Paris Fashion Week. An exciting set up. Very soon, indeed on arriving in Paris the children are witness to a robbery from one of the worlds most famous fashion designers- a bolt of the finest fabric in the world- vicuna. No I hadn't heard of it either. But it's real, made from the wool of the cute vicuna, a llama relative.  Vicuna has brought down politicians, a mere scarf will cost $4,000!

Alice-Miranda and her friends become caught up in some fashion mystique and intrigue all set amongst the hurly burly of Paris Fashion Week. The group stay on the left bank and tours Paris of course between their official engagements- and I was thrilled to have been to almost every setting. Notre Dame. Eiffel Tower of course. The Ritz. The Hotel de Ville. Boulevarde St Michel. The Luxembourg Gardens. The Louvre. Versailles. Sacre Couer. Nutella crepes. Well except one- I haven't dined at La Tour d'Argent- yet.

Jacqueline Harvey clearly knows what her young girl readers really, really want. They lap up both Alice-Miranda and her other Clementine-Rose books. I found Alice-Miranda somewhat precious for her eight years. Perhaps it is merely all a modern riff on a princess tale? Alice-Miranda's family appear to be rather wealthy- her mother and aunt stay at the The Ritz when in Paris. Her aunt is married to a movie star, and Alice-Miranda met the President of America at their wedding. However I do know that getting one taxi, let alone two, in Paris during Fashion Week is a complete fairy tale!

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Animals on Bikes

Sometimes it's fun to be a tourist in what is really your own backyard. Recently a friend and I drove part of the 120km Animals on Bikes Sculpture Trail from Molong to Dubbo. Even though I've driven to Dubbo a few times I'd never taken this alternate route through Cumnock and Yeoval.

It's all looking very dry.
We've had some rain after this trip, but not enough. 

This horse in Cumnock is my favourite

There are many others of course. Too many to stop at them all. We only went to Yeoval this day, but one time soon I'll drive the rest of it too. 


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Fire

Any new book by Jackie French is exciting, but I was particularly thrilled to find Fire in my local bookshop recently. I read it standing there in the shop, and then bought a copy. Fire is clearly styled to be a companion book to the amazing Flood of 2011. Jackie French and Bruce Whatley have paired up again to bring us another extraordinary picture book about all the other of the all too familiar ravages of the Australian environment.

Jackie French has written a moving, true representation of the fires that attack parts of Australia every year. Many of our children are much too familiar with fire as a threat- they have lived through it, they have lost houses, or lost loved ones. Those that haven't experienced it themselves have seen the devastation played out on the nightly news, or watched stories like this one by children's news shows like Behind the News, often watched in primary school classrooms.

Jackie French has seen fire threaten her own country home. She was a volunteer bushfire fighter when she was younger, and her first hand experience with fire is obvious to see. Fire is an amazing poem.

Hills bleached gold, a baked blue sky
Leaves lay limp in air sucked dry. 

All masterfully illustrated once again by Bruce Whatley. Bruce has captured the heat and intensity of a bush fire beautifully. He doesn't seem to have used his non dominant hand to create these images like he did in Flood (Bruce Whatley was actually so interested in the way that art is created by non-dominant hands that he has done a PhD on the subject, Left Hand Right Hand), but his illustrators note at the back of the book tells us that fire "has been the hardest thing for me to capture in paint".

The erratic shapes are so random- there is no pattern or shape that becomes the foundation for the rest of the drawing. And then there is the heat and intensity. The brightest mark I could make on paper was none at all, letting the white of the paper shine through. The reds and yellows then create the shapes. What makes the fire intense is the surrounding darks. 

I'm off to a bit of a slow start for this years Australian Women Writers Challenge, but happy that my first read was Jackie French- very appropriate as she was the Aussie Women Writer that I read most last year and she is our new Australian Children's Laureate.

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Australian Women Writers Challenge 2013/2014

The end of the year is such a busy time I never got to doing a wrap up post for the 2013 Australian Women Writers Challenge- or to sign up for 2014!

So, let's get caught up.

I blogged 15 books by Australian Women Writers in 2013. Rather incredibly, or perhaps somewhat predictably, 3 of those 15 were by Jackie French. But then I am a little bit obsessed by her.

The Tommorrow Book

Ruby Red Shoes Goes to Paris

Lyrebird!

The Silver Brumby

Tanglewood

Thursday's Child

Picnic at Hanging Rock

Pearlie in Paris

Memoirs of a Suburban Girl

A Day to Remember

Hitler's Daughter

Have you seen Ally Queen?

Peeling the Onion

My Home Broome

Come Down, Cat!

It's interesting to look back at my year of reading Australian Women Writers. 

8 picture books. 

2 Paris books. 

2-4 nonfiction, depending on how you classify them. 

Hmmm, it seems I didn't manage to read any adult books last year! I'll have to change that this year. Although Picnic at Hanging Rock probably counts. 

I wonder how many I'll read in 2014? Hopefully at least 16. Allons-y!