weird things customers have said in my bookshop #6

This story comes straight from the mouth of my manager.

So, a customer comes in and asks if we have “I Am Malala”. He takes the woman down to the section and says that there is the teen edition and the normal one.

She responds, “Oh great. So I can borrow these then?”

“Um, no. This isn’t a library.”

“So I have to buy them?”


“Oh, maybe I’ll think about it then. I didn’t know I had to buy it.”



silver stars by michael grant – a review.

When is the sequel better than the first? When it’s Silver Stars. That’s when.

I fugging love this series. See what I did there? I’m so funny and relatable. This is the second book in an alternate WWII YA series which follows a series of diverse female protagonists through their war experiences. I reviewed the first book here. The second book follows our girls; Rio, Frangie and Rainy, as the allied forces move into Sicily and then Italy.

I won’t say too much because of spoilers, duh. But I will say that this book topped the first which I didn’t think was possible. I love these characters. Michael Grant has a way of drawing you into the action. This is about as close to a war movie in book form as you can get. Like, most of the characters should be dead by now but I don’t care because I’m sure as hell happy that they’re alive. Well, the one’s that still are. That’s not a spoiler, it’s a war book, people die in wars.

The series isn’t always realistic. Like, most of the characters should be dead by now but I don’t care because I’m sure as hell happy that they’re alive. Well, the one’s that still are. That’s not a spoiler, it’s a war book, people die in wars. The ending was a little obvious but I loved it anyway so I’m not going to complain about it. That’s silly. My girls. Ah.

Rainy took on a much larger role in this book which was awesome to see. Even if I need to have serious words with Mr. Grant about the emotional turmoil that he puts me through as I read these books. It’s honestly not okay. I cried a lot reading this book. It isn’t even particularly sad, I just want to give everyone a hug and let them take a long nap, but alas, I am powerless to protect my children.

It isn’t very often that one comes across a YA book that makes you say ew. That doesn’t shy away from the reality of violence. The most you usually see is a little blood. Michael Grant makes you see how awful war is. He makes you feel it. I love him for it.

Honestly, this series that I picked up for a bit of a meme, just waiting for Grant to fail, has become one of my favourite series. Good job, Michael Grant, for making a YA novel that is bold and diverse, raw and honest. That doesn’t shy away from violence and sex. It’s pretty great.

One complaint. I am not Strand or Jack, and that is just simply not acceptable. Please fix this as soon as possible.

i demand a formal apology.

I have been LIED to. 

Who in the hell was telling me that university is easier than high school? Well, not easier, but that you have way more free time? I want a written apology from every single individual who threw these untruths at me. I want them to get down on their knees and apologise because that is NOT THE CASE HOLY HELL BATMAN.

I’ve seen my boyfriend less than I did in year 12. I have seen my friends once? In 6 months? Um. This is not okay. This is rude. I need someone to tell me that it gets easier. Can someone do that? I’m in a friggin education course. I should not be this busy. I don’t even have hobbies. I’M NOT IN ANY CLUBS. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Despite this, I am delusional telling myself that Semester Two will be, like, way easier and I’ll have my life together again. Which I totally will. Right? Right? Please, somebody, tell me that I’m right.

Where did this lie come from? Is this so that we work harder in high school? Or, am I the only one that thought this? Am I crazy? I’m crazy, aren’t. Great. Who am I even talking to?

Okay. Brief rant to nobody on the internet done. Back to cramming.



i finally went to a rally.

A bisexual freaks out a little.

Let’s be honest, it was only a matter of time before I went to a rally. I think I may just be a little too passionate and a little too politically minded to spend my life sitting at home and not standing up for what I believe in. My parents wish I would chill.

It case you aren’t aware, same-sex marriage is not yet legal in Australia. Which is more than a little bit dumb and unfair. Many of my friends would disagree. A lot of them think that being gay is a choice and that marriage is a sacred thing between a man and a woman. They were raised to believe that, and I suppose since they aren’t opposing gay marriage in the streets with little signs I should probably be content with that. They are my friends, and I love them, even if we don’t agree.

Since starting university though, and meeting people outside the community of my conservative Christian high school, I have felt far more comfortable being myself. I’m bisexual. I just said that. On the internet. There are the words, written down for the first time since I scrawled them in my journal and pasted coloured paper over them so that no one could see them. For somebody is is 100% for people unapologetically being themselves, I am 100% for me being what I think other people want me to be. I’ve come out to a couple of fellow LGBT+ people that I have met in my first semester of uni, but the only person that I knew 6 months ago who knows now is my amazing boyfriend of two years. And he worked it out for himself.

Being bisexual is particularly scary for me when it comes to my amigos because I know that they’ll think that it’s a choice. Especially because I have a boyfriend. I have to be straight right. For a very long time, I thought that I was. I thought that when I adored female characters I wanted to be them. Spoiler: I didn’t. Everyone I knew was straight or at least said they were, in my small little world. I didn’t want to be the outlier. Especially in an environment that would not be pleasant for an LGBT+ person. People for the last couple of years thought I was playing gay a little for the LOLZ but I was just being myself. If you say something astoundingly bisexual and laugh after it people will just assume that you’re kidding.

Being at university brought me the opportunity to go to my first marriage equality rally and it wasn’t until a few days before it that I remembered that no one knows. I wore black jeans and a dark shirt because, honestly, a part of me thought that I might see someone that I know protesting the rally. No one protested the rally. But the fear was there.

I know people who think that “love the sinner hate the sin” is reassuring. That they’ll love you but just hate a fundamental part of you, and I’m not okay with that. I don’t think that that’s possible. Those words stung. Every homophobic remark or anti LGBT+ comment hurt, and for so long I didn’t even realise why. I’m the ‘B’ in that group that you’re saying shouldn’t be allowed to marry a same-sex partner, or have children, or have proper sex education. The ‘B’ was sitting at the table with them, too afraid to put the label on myself because I was scared of losing everyone that I care about. That’s probably not giving enough credit to my friends. They are kind and wonderful people, I love them deeply, and bless their hearts they do try. I’ve seen so much growth. Just not enough to feel secure.

Marching down the street surrounded by rainbows I felt that I was finally with people like me, and it was marvellous.

uni lectures are pointless 

These are the notes that I took in my history lecture that I made the mistake of going to at 3 on a Friday. My wonderful lecturer Barry Bones (that is clearly not his name) sucked up a precious hour of my life.

Barry’s favourite number is 7!

Orange is Barry’s favourite colour!

Barry doesn’t know the difference between a simile and a metaphor!

Tacitus – coming from a small world, the world of the Europeans was much larger to his mind.

Barry has experience staying in bush houses, kangaroos!

Barry is cool with manslaughter.

Also, Barry did basic French, he likes to point that out.

Rolling dice?? Oh, he means question words. This is silly.

Apparently why and how are the same thing?

We should be able to pick up inferences of these things based on these question words. That’s his point.

Group 21 are a bunch of teacher’s pets. Good for them. Glad Blaine has their life together. I don’t.

Maths? Parabolas? I don’t understand. Adrian and his ‘classy’ maths.

Barry can’t speak. Matt-rices.

Circus hoops?


OOOOO the instigator’s perspective. That’s a good point Barry. I’ll do that.

Barry is a dick to people with bad eyesight.

JUGGLING SKILLS. He was in the circus.

Practice = improvement = cool to talk to at parties

It has been 20 minutes and we’re still in the padlets.

“LMS has been very slow all day”- Jo

Shout out to Rachel for being active in the padlet.

Padlet is beautiful and so are you.

ALEX! You go, write that post.

Is this a lecture? Literally, this is the worst use of 27 minutes.

BLAINE again with the great concepts. Is Blaine a female? Why are you assuming Ass Professor Barry Bones?

That super angry guy from the first week 6 reading is angry. You already knew this.


The chair tried to eat my cardigan.


Glats-bru-rary. Wow. Who pays this man.

Barry keeps secrets.

Arthur = BAZZA

Even if you’re wrong Barry doesn’t want you to FEEL like you are. Nice guy Barry Bones.

Barry doesn’t let Jo finish, proceeds to tell us how Jo feels.

Please don’t write a textbook, Barry.

A guy walked out, take me with you.

“You might not want to be a historian, you might want to be a something else” – Barry Bones 2017.

Syria would have picked A. This is significant?

The lecture is now starting properly. 38 MINUTES INTO THE LECTURE GOSH DANG.

Pre-Padlet Powerpoint (PPP)

Gildas was welsh Scottish, wrote in Latin. You know this. You were just in a tutorial, why are you here?


Barry’s holiday photo slideshow.

Another source?! Wild.

Jordanes – Gothic history, preserves lost history the plagiarising bastard. All I’m gathering is plagiarism is the real hero.

Ambrosius Aurelianus returns. Is he Arthur? Arthur’s evil twin?

Draw that bow real far Barry, keep the Roman thing going.

TEN MINUTES. Now for the bridging.

Jumping around is not something new Barry. We are used to it. It’s your MO.

Oh another map that I CAN’T SEE. BRILLIANT.

Modern Celtic Migrations. Cool. Moving on again.

Ogham Stone. 5th century. Bad Latin for stupid people. I think someone just gagged in Shep. It happened again. Help.

Tall things written to address God. That’s pretty cool man.

5 Mins Barry.

I’m packing up.

shrill – notes on some notes from a loud woman 

A kind of review (but mostly just me gushing).

Shrill – Notes from a loud woman by Lindy West         4.75 stars

I am in love with Lindy West after my 288-page journey with her. Her work was not something that I was familiar with but ‘Shrill’ seemed to fit the brand of funny, feminist memoir that I adore, so, I picked it up on a whim when I stumbled across it at the library. From the very first page, I knew that I was going to have a good time. I read this book in almost one session. I devoured it.

Lindy had that kind of voice that feels friendly and familiar. She writes like a real person and she doesn’t hold back. This makes all of the essays flow. It feels like you’re having a conversation, that she is sharing her thoughts, feelings and experiences with you personally.

Personally, I found Lindy very relatable. I’ve experienced much of the same body confidence issues and reading about somebody else, who has felt the same way and overcome it, really helped to push me in my own journey to self-acceptance. I mean, I have quite a ways to go, but every little bit helps.

This is a book that I would love to give to so many of the people that I went to high school with because it tackles feminist topics that are more approachable with anecdotal evidence. From rape jokes to abortion and treating people like human beings. I want to throw this book at some people but they’d probably go “HA feminazi pig get memed”, so, it wouldn’t be worth it. Or would it?

I loved that Lindy was constantly reminding the reader to consider their own voice and the changes that they can make by speaking up. There were times in the last few years where I was made to feel like I should remain silent and that my opinions were invalid and annoying. Lindy reminded me of the importance of making my voice heard, and I thank her for that.

Seriously, pick up this book. Give it a go. I’d summarise and quote but you should just go and read it for yourself.