I was looking for a book which firstly, my mother wouldn't have read, and secondly, would be a nice reminder of Australia to me as I passed by it on the bookshelf. I struggled between a book of Australian Short Stories, and this one:
Murray Bail's 'Eucalyptus' is one of the finest love stories I've had the pleasure to read. DGR has already reviewed it here, but I'll just give you an idea of the story in Oz-speak to see if takes your fancy again (apologies to any offended Australians but these are real words I've heard some of you use):
In a small one-horse one-tooth Aussie town, a bloke has a problem. His daughter is a beaut, and has grown up in the public eye since she was an ankle-biter into the town hottie. So pops is stumped. How will he ever find a bloke good enough for this Sheila? The only way an Aussie fella with a passion for ukies would, that's how. He sets a challenge (a bit of a toughie) to all the potential suitors out there - put in some hard yakka, name every single ukie tree on his plantation, and the girl's yours. He gets some real larrikins, he gets a couple of fair dinkums, but who will win out?
Now, if that doesn't whet your appetite, I don't know what will.
It's been a pleasure posting here this week (my own blog will need a dust off), but it's time for this Jillaroo to hand the reins back. And as BAA are now telling me via their interweb portal, DGR is once again on native soil.
- Laura (Offspringette)