3. A book set in your home state

I’m not sure how I feel about this book.

I did read it in about two days which means I must have liked it because I stop reading when I don’t like a book.

I think it is a good book. It’s set back on the early 1990’s and I like that because I’m a child of the nineties. It’s also set in rural NSW and I like that too because I’ve spent a lot of time there.

Normally I don’t like modern Australian fiction. Too much of the convict mentality taints it. Or perhaps that’s just David Malouf. But I’ve found myself reading a little more of it lately. Last year I read all of Inga Simpson’s novels and I can’t wait for her to right more. And I love all Helen Garner’s true writing.

In this novel, I think it’s the way it unfolds that I like best. Because the narrator is writing from the future, after all the events have taken place, she tells the story on real time, as it happens, even if she didn’t know the information in real time. This way the mystery unfolds chronologically and I’m not confused or kept in the dark as a reader, something I loathe. 

All good mystery/crime fiction should allow the reader to become the sleuth. There should be just enough information for you to have a stab at picking the killer but not so much that you actually do. The twists and turns of this story really fit with the rural community setting, reflecting both the historical time and some contemporary concerns.

The ending was a little abrupt but I was unsatisfied, just a bit taken aback that it was finished.

My problem at the moment is that I dont know what to read next because there is no YA fiction on my shelf and the ones I want to read haven’t been published yet.

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Mandatory Sentence

This posts it’s all books that I have had to read. Some for work, others just because they are by authors I like.

I saw a great blog this week about the evolution of dystopic fiction and I have come to the conclusion that this is probably my favourite genre. It fits in well with what I was reading at the beginning of the week too.

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Victor Kelleher is one of my favourite authors. When I was young (or at least younger than I am now) I read everything of his that I could get my hands on. The Beast of Heaven is probably my favourite, or at least the one that has stuck in my head the most, and there is Where the Whales Sing, a beautiful story that I love too. Kelleher is good because he grapples with hugely important moral questions without you even realising it.
For instance, Taronga is an end of days dystopic story where the main character struggles to survive. He thinks he has found utopia in the form of a still in tact, and largely fortified Taronga zoo, but as events unfold both he and the reader start to question whether this Iain fact true.
I like Kelleher’s style because even though it is speculative fiction it still is incredibly realistic. He blends both incredibly well.

I also reread Looking For Alibrandi by Melina Marchetta.
warning: I will be revealing a mayor plot point in the next paragraph. Stop reading if you don’t want it to be spoiled

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I remember loving this novel when I first read it (also when I was young) but upon rereading it I have not felt the same impact as I did before. I still cry when John Barton dies, but I think that is tied more to the film adaptation because the song with or without you runs through my head at e same time and I can’t hear that sing without thinking of Mathew Newton and John Barton. I think perhaps it is the film I remember more vividly anyway. The novel just seems so tame, I thought it was so much more edgy than it actually is.

I also read a short story by Jodi Taylor this week, because, well I could.

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I had to pay one dollar for it though in the iBookstore and I am not sure it was worth it. I do love her concept though, and her writing style and can’t wait for June (or is it July) when the third volume of the St Mary’s Chronicles comes out.

Coming up on my next blog: I will get to my holiday snaps, don’t you worry.