![]() He finds a lot of the adult world impossible to understand – especially why his Dad gets so angry with him. I cried a lot and I suspect some of those tears were as much about the beauty of the words as what was unfolding through them. Not necessarily with Jimmy and his family, but with the words, the phrases and the writing. I expected to be bored and yet, when I finally got around to reading it – more than a year after its release – I fell in love. No suspenseful revealing of deep dark secrets, no psychopaths (well, Liam comes to mind) and no mind-twisting whodunnits. I hadn’t attempted Sofie Laguna’s The Eye of the Sheep because I assumed it was a book that wouldn’t appeal. Perhaps I underestimate myself however, or perhaps some literary snobs read too much into tastes and there’s no reason books just can’t be bloody books and enjoyed nonetheless. ![]() I tend to think of myself as a literary heathen preferring the oft-maligned (so-called) middle-brow and my usual thriller / suspense / crime fiction genre as opposed to (big L) Literature. Last year my breath was literally taken away by the beauty that was Favel Parrett’s When the Night Comes. ![]()
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