I am Tasmanian. I love Tasmania. I even like reading about Tasmania. But I am feeling a bit queasy after reading the Fullers Bookshop special Tasmaniana Findings catalogue. There are so many damn books about Tasmania.
One in particular just pushed me over the edge. Call me a grump, but the promise of another search for the "mysterious thylacine" in "an exhilarating frolic" that can be read as "a love poem to... our heart shaped island" made me want to put a special tax on anyone who intends to "celebrate Tasmania" in some form.
As Ramona Koval wisely said, "Think you've got a book in you? Well, leave it there..."