Book Reviews

‘Leaping into Waterfalls’ and losing track of old friends

A long time ago I became friends with someone because her partner was my then-boyfriend’s uncle. The three of them lived together in an old terrace house in Fremantle, and we bonded over our love of red wine, books and morbid humour. She was twenty years older than me, but we somehow clicked, and when… Continue reading ‘Leaping into Waterfalls’ and losing track of old friends