Status Updates From Oleander, Jacaranda: A Chil...

"It seems now a long way from the London of today - a slow, scruffy dirty place in which the traffic crept along sedately and you woke in the mornings to the sound of hoofs, the leisurely clop of the United Dairies pony, delivering milk."

"I believe I have some idea of how the refugee feels, or the immigrant. . . . I spoke the language but I know what it is like to be on the outside, to be the one who cannot quite interpret what is going on, who is forever tripping over their own ignorance or misinterpretation."

"(C)hildhood is irretrievable. All that remains, for any of us, is a headful of brilliant frozen moments, already dangerously distorted by the wisdoms of maturity." Yet, she gives it a go. And so far, succeeds. This is good.