Sometimes a new book keeps popping up on your radar and, after enough trusted reading buddies have given it the thumbs up, you get yourself a copy. Then there are the times when you read just a single review, and that review has a subliminal message that’s written just for you. It whispers “Read this now Kate”. And then I have to hurry to the bookshop. Which is what I did when I read Anna’s review of Sofie Laguna’s latest, The Eye of the Sheep.
The Eye of the Sheep begins –
“It was Saturday morning and I was doing the gardening with Mum. My dad was still asleep.
‘When will he wake up, Mum? Mum? When will Dad wake up’ I asked as she watered the fern, its tentacles bouncing under the pressure. If I stood close enough I could hear the same tentacles inside my mum, waving at the dust in her air ducts. ‘Has he had enough yet, Mum? Does he still need more rest?’
My dad worked at the Mobil refinery in Altona, getting rid of the rust. Rust came back every time it rained, but even if it left my dad raw, his skin corroded so you could see the fibres that joined him, he didn’t stop scraping. He learned at the Western Card Yard in Laverton. Mum said all the Flick brothers knew how to work.”
It’s a bit hard to resist that shaggy dog and that little boy’s earnest eyes, isn’t it?
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