Travels to Hobart

My apologies for the lack of post but I’ve been in Hobart, Tasmania (that’s the little island at the bottom right-hand side of Australia for those who don’t know much about the land of Oz). I attended my husband’s cousin’s wedding (congratulations to Alex and Elena) but still managed to get around to a couple of galleries and bookstores.


images-1MONA is the Museum of Old and New. It has a crazy and eclectic collection ranging from Egyptian artefacts to modern art. There is something to enthral and offend every individual.  The site features great restaurants, cafe and bars and the ferry ride there and back alone is worth the visit. For more information go to

Fullers Bookshop


Fullers (131 Collins St, Hobart) is a well set out and well stocked independent bookseller. This would be my choice of book launch location if I lived in Hobart. It has a good selection of gift and novelty books and an on-site cafe for those who like to get reading as soon as they buy.For more information go to:

Cracked and Spineless New & Used Books

Unknown-1Located at the very end of an unassuming arcade in Collins Street Hobart, Cracked and Spineless offers a wonderful book snuffling experience for those who appreciate a good rummage around a second hand bookstore. There are gems hiding around every corner, and I did notice an impressive selection of PKD and Ray Bradbury offerings, not to mention a good assortment of other Horror, Sci Fi and Fantasy title. If you are trying to source a particular book, it could be well worth your while to try here:


My Impressions of Los Angeles

The final leg of my journey was Los Angeles. I have a bit of a love-hate relationships with LA in that I find it a fascinating place to visit, but also find it an unattractive and somewhat unfriendly city. Having said that I really like Santa Monica, where I choose to stay.

The weather was fantastic – hot and humid – which was a pleasant change after the bracingly cold winds in New York.  There is some great scenery around Malibu and Santa Monica, and the Venice Canals are just lovely. Which is more than I can say for Venice Beach, which seems to be occupied by pot-smoking hippies, low-life petty criminals, bogan/chav tourists, fortune tellers, greasy takeaways, and crappy souvenir shops (handy if you want a plastic dreamcatcher or singlet top with “Number 1 bitch” or “Drunk Hoe” on it – guess my friends know what they are getting for Christmas now).

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAFrom a people watching point of view I saw an abundance of examples of really bad/excessive plastic surgery including a proliferation of trout pouts (over siliconised lips), cats eyes (I am surprised that some of these people can see at all), and unpickable noses (you know good rhinoplasty can change someone’s life, bad rhinoplasty and you look like a horse or worse an ant-eater). There also seems to be a really scary looking set of cookie-cutter, Stepford-wife, African American women too. Be yourselves ladies, you are fine as you are!

As for bookstores, I really only had time to go to Barnes and Nobel in Santa Monica ( I couldn’t seem to find Book Soup this time, but they did have a branch at the airport so I was still able to have a browse.

I don’t see myself going back to LA in any hurry – unless it is for business or a book launch.