…and I am just the teensiest bit chuffed about that.
I attended the Canobolas High School in Orange, New South Wales, Australia. I graduated twenty-one and a bit years ago. I discovered yesterday that my first book, Pushing thirty, wearing seventeen (Ginninderra Press, 2001) has been taught in senior English classes at the school, at least last year and this year and possibly for some time before that!!
It turns out one of the teachers at the school saw an article about me in the local paper way back when the book was first published, and thought it might be an interesting way of engaging the students to have them read poems inspired by their own town. Being a first book by a girl who spent fourteen years of her life in Orange, there is quite a lot of Orange-flavoured material in it – if you’ll pardon the appalling joke.
It just so happens I will be visiting Orange in late April, so I plan to take up a standing invitation to go and meet the students who have been studying my deathless verse. I did the maths – none of them was even born when I graduated. It will be fascinating to hear what (if anything) they make of my work.
This turn of events has inspired me to add more of my Orange-specific poems to this blog. In fact, I have added another category, ‘Orange-flavoured poems’. So far I have added the following:
(all from Pushing thirty, wearing seventeen), and:
(from Mapless in Underland).
It just goes to prove that once your book is out there you never can tell what will happen. Better get another out there soon…