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Australia Day Book Giveaway Blog Hop

australiadaybloghopSo the lovely people at Book’d Out kickstarted this off. Basically each blog involved runs a competition of some sort and the point is to give away a book by an Australian author to a lucky winner or a book voucher or something like that.

This means not only do I have to come up with the means by which you participate as a reader and I pick a winner but also what you will get if you do win.

And it occurs to me that a book loved should be a book shared. And that I have some copies of my own book left.

The competition starts: 25th January 2013 12 noon AESD as in right now as this post goes up.
The competition ends: 28th January 2013 midnight AESD

Who is eligible? Anyone though if you aren’t in Australia, it may take awhile to post the haul to you.

What do you need to do to enter? Well first off, I need to keep track of you or we will never figure out who the winner is. So:

1) Subscribe,

2) Like,

3) Follow and

4) Comment on this post/tweet at me/both with your favourite quote from a favourite poem and why it is your favourite.

This way you won’t have to give me email addresses etc unless you have actually won at which point I can poke/message/tweet at you and let you know. Bonus points if you can suggest a book by a female Australian author to add to this list.

How will I choose the winner? Your names will all go into a… well, ok, not a hat but possibly a box and I will put my cat in and the first one she doesn’t shred wins. That seems fair, right?

What you will win:  I wanted to give away a Virginia Woolf themed haul in honour of the Australian Women Writers Challenge 2013 (A Room of One’s Own, Orlando & Wollstonecraft’s Vindication of the Rights of Women + Anais Nin’s Delta of Venus & Artists & Models + Michael Foucault’s History of Sexuality) but then I realised that I LIKE those books too much to give them away. Also none of these authors are Australian. And then I got stuck.

So instead you get a MASSIVE haul where each book is from a different genre and all authors are female and two of them are Australian so you can consider the rest of the haul as the supporting cast if you like:IMAG1223-1

  • Poetry: 1 autographed copy of Dreaming In Reality so that you can laugh your sides out at the cheesiness.
  • Literary Fiction: A copy of Yasmin Gooneratne’s The Pleasures of Conquest
  • Crime fiction: A copy of Agatha Christie’s Parker Pyne Investigates
  • Humour: India Knight’s On Shopping (note that this is Penguin approved)
  • Non-fiction: Justine Hardy’s Bollywood Boy
  • Manga: NANA Vol. 1 by Ali Yazawi
  • Fantasy: J. V. Jone’s The Baker Boy
  • Vouchers: $20 off at Style Palace + 10% off Karben Shoes

Note 1: If you live outside Australia, this haul may take awhile to reach you either because it will cost a bit to ship or you will have to wait for me to deliver them in person.

Note 2: I may add more stuff to this haul.

Why a haul? Because I need more bookshelf space. Because I really do like some of these titles and I think I should share them. Because if I was to give away these things one title at a time, we would get nowhere fast.

How do I get this stuff? I get books to review from publishers and I also tend to nick anything interesting out of the “Free to good homes” book bins in libraries, hence why I actually have a book on tropical diseases in Africa in colonial times. No, seriously, I do.

So spread the word, subscribe, like, follow, and leave a comment about your favourite line from your favourite poem and why it is your favourite line. You only have till midnight on the 28th before everything goes pumpkin shaped.

Marisa is a globetrotting freelance writer, journalist and editor with cat for hire (her, not the cat). She is usually based in Melbourne but is currently flouncing around in Perth for a week for the Inaugural 2018 KSP - Varuna Foundation Fellowship. She will be at Melbourne's Continuum and online running a Writers' Bloc course in the coming weeks.

15 Comments

  • KathArine

    Eee The Baker’s Boy! You have NO idea how much I’ve wanted to read that for so long!

    My favourite poem would probably be ‘Nothing Gold can Stay’ by Robert Frost, discovered in ‘The Outsiders’ book I had to read many years ago for primary school.

    “Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf’s a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.”

    Other than because as a child I adored trees (I think because of Ferngully), and because it helped my understand the book so much better, I love how it shows the delicate balance of life and how we have to appreciate things while we can. It’s probably the first poem I memorised, other than Milne’s ‘Now I am Six!’

    Done all four, and extra points nabbed, how fun 🙂

  • shelleyrae @ Book'd Out

    My favourite poem is The Man From Snow River – a bit twee i suppose but still true! I love the last stanza, it is just stirring.

    And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
    Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
    Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
    At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
    And where around The Overflow the reed beds sweep and sway
    To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
    The man from Snowy River is a household word today,
    And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.

  • Mystica

    I’ve liked you on FB. If I win I think I will wait till you come on holiday at anytime to Sri Lanka. I can meet up with you which would be a bonus as well.

  • Mystica

    Ooh! forgot the poetry bit

    From The merchant of Venice.

    The quality of mercy is not strained
    It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
    Upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed
    It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

    (I like the last line the best!!!)

  • amel armeliana

    Hi Marisa, thanks for this giveaway.

    Subscribe to google reader : amel(dot)armeliana(at)gmail(dot)com
    Liked facebook fanpage : Amel Armeliana
    Following on twitter : @JungieFairy

    My favorite quote is A room without book is like a body without soul. Loved it! It’s so true.

    Happy Australia day 🙂

  • anniepinkshoes

    My favourite poem is Now We Are Six by AA Milne.
    When I was One,
    I had just begun.
    When I was Two,
    I was nearly new.
    When I was Three
    I was hardly me.
    When I was Four,
    I was not much more.
    When I was Five, I was just alive.
    But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
    So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

    I love the whole poem. Life through a childs eyes is simplistic and carefree

  • Veronika

    I like the poems written by Robert Frost, so I’m gonna quote Reluctance:

    “Ah, when to the heart of man
    Was it ever less than a treason
    To go with the drift of things,
    To yield with a grace to reason,
    And bow and accept the end
    Of a love or a season?”

    Thank you so much for the giveaway!
    Subscribed, Liked on FB as Tw Veronika and followed on twitter: @twveronika, oh, and I also suggested an author to your list 🙂
    Happy Australia Day!

  • Murtaza

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound’s the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

    Robert Frost

    How can i not love this poem. It’s so simple. So magical. Its the kind of thing i would see myself doing. Reminds me of Winnie the Pooh. Its supposed to be really deep. About death. About responsibility and lots of heavy philosophical mumbo jumbo. But i think its about the magic of nature. The outdoors. The journey. The quiet.

  • Caroline Kelly

    From, Dr Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!:

    “You have brains in your head.
    You have feet in your shoes
    You can steer yourself
    any direction you choose.
    You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
    And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.”

    Is indicative that everyone has the intelligence and ability to make positive changes in their life that can help them become better people than they currently are.

  • Catherine

    I’m actually not on facebook, so I’m not sure if I am eligible, but I’m entering just in case!

    As for poetry, I love the funeral song from, I think Cymbeline:

    Fear no more the heat o’the sun
    Nor the furious winter’s rages
    Thou thine earthly task hath done
    Home art gone and ta’en thy wages…

    (I’ll skip posting the whole thing here – I imagine you know it, and it isn’t difficult to find). It’s gorgeous, and sweet, and the setting by Quilter is just lovely)

  • Ron Rose

    Subscribed, Liked & Following.
    Rudyard Kipling’s “If” is wisest and most inspirational poem I have ever seen.
    All of it speaks to me but these lines stand out:
    “If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:”

  • Mariska

    my favorite poem :

    How Do I Love Thee?

    How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
    I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
    My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
    I love thee to the level of every day’s
    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
    I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
    I love with a passion put to use
    In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
    With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
    Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
    I shall but love thee better after death.

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    love every line of this poem 🙂

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