by Ann James
Allen & Unwin
Quentin and Iím in this book. Errol Broome wanted to call it Between
the Flags, because thatís where we swam and thatís where Mum tried
to keep me Ė all the time! I knew one day Iíd break out, even
if I got eaten by a shark. But I didnít swim out to sea. I set out
along the coastal track, across the cliffs searching for the umbrella
man. Nobody else knew he was there. Nobody knew his secret. They thought
he was dead. But he was alive enough to teach me how to be a rockhopper.
And something else too.
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Broomeís prose is fluent, her characterisation
deft and her purpose unobtrusively achieved. She enlightens without any
flashy effects and yet at times she stops you with a shock of admiration
and envy at her expressive facility with the English language. ĎHe
smelled time passing. Not hours, but moments streaked with sunlight and
promises.í Work of this quality is unlikely to be found in a series.
The author is also able to capture in
well-chosen word and phrase, the seaside suburban background and has a
distinctively credible way of developing characters.
A valuable book for ages
to read and discuss with classmates, teachers and parents as it raises
many useful questions about the nature of friendship and codes of
Broome cleverly weaves several issues and layers of meaning into
her plot, and expertly reconciles the tension created with a sense that
life is there to be enjoyed.