'In a Readings blog review of Inga Simpson’s Where the Trees Were, Melbourne bookseller Amy Vuleta jokes, ‘If you ever find yourself wondering, ‘Where are all the lesbians in books?’, you’ll find some of them here, just living their lives.’ It’s a good joke, because it’s difficult to find queer women in all literature—especially here in Australia. Even in this era of ‘woke publishing’ (or what might more reasonably be called ‘responsibly inclusive publishing’), queer women can still feel underserved by the offerings in most local bookstores.' (Introduction)