So, I'm still reading Rose Tremain's Sacred Country and loving it.
In about the middle of it I picked up The Mother's Tale by Camilla Noli. I'm not sure what to say about this book. I read it very quickly, the ending was unsatisfying and the writing was too removed and sterile for my liking. I love removed and clean, pared down is what MJ Hyland is great at. Others don't like it, I do. BUT this one. Meh. There wasn't anything new about the story, no reason why the main character behaves as she does, she's quite repulsive actually, and not just because she's a child murderer.
Then I raced through Rocks in the Belly by Jon Bauer. He writes beautifully, just the way I like, and I was intrigued by the story. The main character (at various times an eight-year-old boy and his twenty-eight-year-old adult self) is not likeable and is very messed up. I don't want to give things away in case you want to read it, and I would recommend it, very much, but it left me with a chilling feeling, and I've been looking over my shoulder at shadows for the last few days. I look forward to future books by this author, he's got the fucking goods man. That's all I'm saying. So good to read a new author who is fab BUT he's not Australian, not yet anyway, and so we can't take credit for him.
And that's about it. A quiet weekend, quite a few OC eps, we are almost at the end of Season 3 and Princess and I still love Seth Cohen. Geelong lost the game last night which is a poo but let those Pie-Boys have their fun, and if they end up winning the Grand Final, we Geelong supporters will be safely out of the country, lazing on a Mediterranean beach in the south of Turkey, and I won't have to try to be a gracious loser... Caught up with a dear school friend last night and then proceeded to embarrass her 16-year-old son and my 13-year-old daughter at the dinner table by insisting on talking about sex education. Heh.
Sorry I haven't done diaries, will try to during the week. For my two avid readers of the diarama. Stay strong.