(13 September 2015) Nine men, some of them heavily tattooed and all of them in identical bottle-green, prison-issue sweats sit at a rectangular table in rapt silence. It’s 1.30pm – story time. A volunteer, reads from a typed a4 sheet, carefully pronouncing each syllable. She doesn’t project or exaggerate her inflections; this is not a performance. She reads to the men in her capacity as a bibliotherapist, for whom literature is a therapeutic tool.
The CanberraTimes has the story by Alana Rosenbaum.