Imagine there is someone you like so much that just thinking about them leaves you desperate and reckless. You crave them in a way that's not rational, not right, and you're becoming somebody you don't recognise, and certainly don't respect, but you don't even care. And this person you like is unattainable. Except for one thing...He lives downstairs. Abbie has three obsessions. Art. The ocean. And Kane. But since Kane's been back, he's changed. There's a darkness shadowing him that only Abbie can see. And it wants her in its world. A Gothic story about the very dark things that feed the creative process.
- Paperback | 324 pages
- 131 x 197 x 24mm | 282g
- 26 Apr 2012
- Penguin Books Australia
- Hawthorn, Australia
'There are images in this novel that take my breath away, dialogue that I envy and one of the most achingly real protagonists I've come across for a long while.' - Melina Marchetta
About Kirsty Eagar
Kirsty Eagar's first novel Raw Blue won the 2010 Victorian Premier's Literary Award for young adult fiction and her second novel, Saltwater Vampires, was shortlisted for the Ethel Turner Prize in the 2011.
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Oh, this book frustrated me. The writing (in terms of word arrangement, that is) was beautiful. I wish I could give it 5 stars just for the writing. But the actual plot - well, was there even a plot? There was something about a supernatural thing, some (evil?) being that was hinted at the whole time and then BAM! something weird would happen, but I was never sure how, or why, or even what exactly was happening. Everything was beautifully described except for the transitions from "normal" to "fantasy" and I just couldn't work it out. In fact, I think I would have been happier with the story if the supernatural element was entirely removed - although that would have left the story as a rather bland "artist girl is obsessed with boy" teenage drama, and the writing deserved more than that. Melina Marchetta wrote a blurb for the cover, and this seems fitting to me for the prose was equal to, if not better than her own writing, which I adore. However, where Marchetta triumphs hugely over Eagar is that she takes simple, unconfused plots and turns them into something magical, so that you feel as though you're reading a fantasy but it is still firmly anchored in real life. This book wasn't. I will, however, give her props for not changing the characters. The ending could have been a disney-happy thing where Kane realises from his experiences that he treated Abbie badly and falls in love with her; fortunately Eagar gave him a far more realistic arc by letting him sink into denial and anger, and allowing Abbie (who was, to my delight, not a complete moron) to finally let him go. I did want to know more about Hollywood, who was probably my favourite character. Maybe Eagar will write another book, a not-quite-sequel where the plot becomes as important as the prose (and Hollywood is a main character)? I can only hope. NOTE: I kept getting distracted by needing to check online for images of the mentioned artworks, so I decided to put them here, in sort-of order of appearance: Henri's Armchair by Brett Whiteley The Mystery and Melancholy of a Street by Georgio de Chirico Eine Kleine Nachtmusik by Dorothea Tanning (less)show moreby arielle walker