Flashing back to 2012, on the day I first walked past that mansion in Glebe, one of the oldest suburbs in Sydney. The magnificent old building riveted and mesmerised me. It was fronted by a brightly painted door, a glossy façade, and I began imagining what the door might mask, what it could have concealed over the last 150 years: nasty, shameful secrets, possibly… Read more »
A tidbit for you, lovely readers, from the new book – raw and unedited. “Never again was she able to look at a sparrow in the garden without a faint sickness in her stomach, without remembering the taste of its flesh. It had been a game, she thought at first. A game, involving a cage built of wood from an… Read more »
