And unlike summer, when my reading matter tends to veer towards the heady and exotic, during colder months I often opt for thrillers. Add into the mix the fact that apartments over here are ill-equipped for cooler temperatures and it’s easy to see why my favourite thing to do of an evening – or weekend for that matter – is to while away my time curled up in bed with a book. Mornings are crisp and fresh, evenings are steeped in darkness with a chill in the air and a bitter southerly breeze. While my first winter in Sydney is certainly rivalling a typical British summer – with bright and sunny days peaking at 26 degrees last week – there’s definitely a wintery feel in the air.
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