The Hanging Tree by Jillian Watkinson

This book gave me strange dreams. Clear, starry nights; orange, dusty nowheres; voices around campfires; the smell of chlorine on hot family days around a pool in the suburbs. And, always, the sound of grown men sobbing.

This book gave me strange dreams. Clear, starry nights; orange, dusty nowheres; voices around campfires; the smell of chlorine on hot family days around a pool in the suburbs. And, always, the sound of grown men sobbing.