I pitched my reading of this just perfectly. Began it in the last days of our holiday, and just kept reading it until, this morning, the final day of our holidays, I got to the end. For me, this was a perfect blend of the lyrical landscape, generational Australian novels I used to love reading as a teen with something probing and melancholy. I wasn’t sure that I would like it – horse are not my thing – but I was lost right from the first chapter. I’ll be needing to re-read it though I reckon, because I really did race through parts of it, anxious to know what was going to happen next.
The best thing about this holiday (one of the best things anyway) has been getting myself back into the reading habit. I have set a new year reading resolution, but it’s just a vague, ‘read more’, not a ‘three books by lunchtime’. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a week’s worth of dirty laundry to pack.