Back to my novel, Cave Hill.
One of my readers, Bronwyn Menkens, has sent this review:
It’s as though an ominous spirit sits on your shoulder as you read Cave Hill. You know from the jacket spiel that someone will die, but you embark on this arduous and risky trek with 10 high school students and two teachers not knowing who or when.
It is an “adventure education” trip deep into the Carnarvon Ranges and it is an adventure for the reader – as well as an education about this remarkable piece of Australia.
The first part, told through the eyes of 16-year-old James, the youngest and frailest of the group who suffers from asthma, is a simple narrative establishing the personalities as it explains the rawness of the rugged landscape and youthful development. The descriptions of both are thorough and you are there with them every step of the way.
But it is in Part II – the last third of the book that takes you on the reunion walk back to Cave Hill, where their lives had been changed forever 33 years before – that the personalities crystallise into something harder, sharper. They’ve been shaped by the Vietnam War and other tough life experiences.
That ominous spirit remains with you as you read to the end. It’s as if it hasn’t yet finished its work.
Cave Hill is a satisfying read that will remain with you for some time.
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