Photo © 2006 Courtesy of the author

Isobelle Carmody

I am very fortunate in that I have spent pretty much my whole life being a writer, and before I was a writer, I was a storyteller.

By that, I mean I told stories to my seven younger brothers and sisters. My dad had died in a car crash when I was fourteen and my mum worked in the evenings, so I was left to look after all of these wild children for whose antics I would be ultimately responsible. I had no particular means of entertaining them because my family did not buy books and we had neither television nor... Read More