Poukahangatus – Tayi Tibble
In some ways, I am not the best person to write about this book. I am wary of taking up space with my Pākehā voice. Not everything is for me, Continue Reading →
In some ways, I am not the best person to write about this book. I am wary of taking up space with my Pākehā voice. Not everything is for me, Continue Reading →
I don’t usually watch Shortland Street, but last night I tuned in about halfway through. In the closing scene, a woman is collecting some takeaway food. The male server offers Continue Reading →
Except I do, of course. And I bought this one because of three things: the title, the cover, and the recommendation. I didn’t know anything about it.
I am never going to stop caring about spilled milk. And here is why.
I know, I know: don’t judge a book by its cover. But when they’re as hauntingly beautiful as this one, it’d be remiss of me not to acknowledge it. It Continue Reading →