It is getting harder to stop and read a book. I blame the digital world. My cellphone is turning me into a frittering hamster, writes Marcel Currin.

My family and I made our way to the old Mount Action Centre eager to see what great books we could find. And we weren't disappointed, writes Scott Inglis.

Occasionally a sunset comes along that serves as a bookmark, something you can go back to and remember exactly what was going on at that time in your life, writes Marcel Currin.

The discovery of a captain drunk at the helm of a 37,000-tonne container ship carrying fertiliser sent shivers down my spine.

"Batten down the hatches, Pam is coming." My Aunty Pam? I still find it a bit odd that they attach people's names to destructive storms, writes Marcel Currin.

It's alarming - if not insulting - for Prime Minister to suggest cold-calling three low-decile schools on a single day can provide an insight into whether children are going hungry.