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I have never read a book that has articulated better exactly what riding a bicycle down Northbourne Avenue in the heart of winter feels like: of anybody, you all here tonight should appreciate how rarely Canberran experiences are reflected in the Australian literary imagination. We got one! This book accurately describes the public service as part of an interesting queer feminist plot. And among all that flotsam, Where the Trees Were sustains a universal story: one of realising things as we grow up into teenagers, and carrying those realisations into adult responsibilities. Continue reading →